Post by Joe Carroll on Aug 23, 2017 13:40:07 GMT -6
Carroll sits alone. His room is dark and just lit enough by a lantern to see. Maybe this is a house in the late 1800s? It could be. He's busy reading, searching for something in one of the massive books he's got. Carroll adjusts the lantern some, and moves it to the other side of his desk as he needs another book the lantern was on. He becomes upset and rubs the book's cover. A cover with no dust jacket... because this book never needed one. The plain cover was just enough.
In gilded letters we can make out "The Picture of Dorian Gray" in gold letters over a dark blue velvet cover. The lantern did not make a mark as it was forgotten as soon as it left the book. He looks through the large book... looking for a passage. He adjusts his lantern yet again.
He comes to the passage of this in the book... "Dorian made no answer, but passed listlessly in front of his picture and turned towards it. When he saw it he drew back, and his cheeks flushed for a moment with pleasure. A look of joy came into his eyes, as if he had recognized himself for the first time."
Carroll: That is it. That's the one. I'm a new man now. The past can be forgotten. Yet it must be remembered.
Carroll brushes through the book for a moment longer, and comes to picture. It is an older picture, but he almost starts to weep before gritting his teeth. In is in this hour that Carroll realizes what he must do. The next chapter will begin soon enough and the ICW Universe must brace themselves.
Carroll blows out his lantern, and sits in the dark. As the sun is soon to rise from his all night reading binge and that twilight before dawn is just here...
In gilded letters we can make out "The Picture of Dorian Gray" in gold letters over a dark blue velvet cover. The lantern did not make a mark as it was forgotten as soon as it left the book. He looks through the large book... looking for a passage. He adjusts his lantern yet again.
He comes to the passage of this in the book... "Dorian made no answer, but passed listlessly in front of his picture and turned towards it. When he saw it he drew back, and his cheeks flushed for a moment with pleasure. A look of joy came into his eyes, as if he had recognized himself for the first time."
Carroll: That is it. That's the one. I'm a new man now. The past can be forgotten. Yet it must be remembered.
Carroll brushes through the book for a moment longer, and comes to picture. It is an older picture, but he almost starts to weep before gritting his teeth. In is in this hour that Carroll realizes what he must do. The next chapter will begin soon enough and the ICW Universe must brace themselves.
Carroll blows out his lantern, and sits in the dark. As the sun is soon to rise from his all night reading binge and that twilight before dawn is just here...