Without Cocteau, the car is just a car, frosted windows just frosted windows, snow just snow. Melville relies too much on the voice over as if in a hurry with the story, not yet master of suspense, without taking the time to show us the contents of the treasure chest one by one, giving us time to ponder the symbols.
"Introscpection demanded a discipline they lacked."
The brother is knocked over by a snowball. Perhaps it contained an agate. The mother is as near death as Apu's garndmother. The sister, all fire and ice, like Athalie courts doom. They live in a temple to Baal. "One cannot help loving them." I can.
"Introscpection demanded a discipline they lacked."
The brother is knocked over by a snowball. Perhaps it contained an agate. The mother is as near death as Apu's garndmother. The sister, all fire and ice, like Athalie courts doom. They live in a temple to Baal. "One cannot help loving them." I can.
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