Spoiler alert if you’re
thinking of reading the book.
I finished The Tenant of Wildfell Hall tonight, and the reconciliation of Mr Markham and Helen was more soggy that psychedelic. But then the whole work is a love story, and I suppose all love stories have to be a bit soggy, don’t they, especially when the two protagonists are such paragons of virtue, propriety, and restrained passion?
Maybe I’ll write more about it tomorrow, or maybe I won’t. For now I need to apply myself to the task of persuading my cranky – but eminently lovable – old computer to play YouTube for me. Sometimes he takes a bit of persuading, but we usually get there in the end.
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