A question recently posed by Miss Georgiana Darcy has got me thinking-- Did Dorian, did my Prince Charming, ever love me at all? If therre is no such thing as love by sight alone, then what would one call such a telescopic love? He loved, or so it seems, the tragedies I played each night; he loved those girls, whose lives I wore, and never once ( Read more... )

Sibyl sits alone in a small, half-hidden corner of the house, her feet tucked up under her on her chair. In her lap is a book - the script of Othello - though her attention seems to have drifted, rather, from it.

[/puppet] ... open post? :D

I could not find my way back to London, yet the path returning here seemed remarkably easy to find... Perhaps it is a sign that I should stay here. I think I shall, for some time, at least.

...I miss the stage. I miss acting, I miss being someone else. I've been me too long, and I'm not very interesting, truly; oh, the heroines of Shakespeare and Marlowe and Rostand are so much more romantic and -- even when their lives end tragically, they end in an ending.

Real things aren't so poetic.

( Addressed to Mr. Dorian Gray )

I have heard that there is a costume party, with all invited- An exciting thought, though I confess I'm rather nervous. There are so very many people, after all, included on such an... extensive guest list, who might not be very - well, pleasant, to be at a party with. But just the same, the thought of costumes puts me in mind of the theatre, and ( Read more... )

Jim is here! Oh, I am excited! I've been longing so for him to be here since - well, I suppose really since right after he left, but since I've been here, particularly. I needed him, so much...

Prince Charming Dorian Mr. Gray has spoken so often of kangaroos being quite dangerous, I was beginning to be quite worried for my dear brother's safety, ( Read more... )

( Last night's conversation with Mr. Hallward; or, as my typist likes to call it, The Angsting of Dorian Gray. )

This has been a very emotional evening... I think perhaps it would be best if I did not spend much time in the mansion. I couldn't bear a night like this again.

( An account of what occurred. )

I haven't been very well lately. I've just felt listless and tired and not quite like doing much of anything. Mr. Aziraphale says it's probably due to the shock of seeing Dorian again... and, well, and all that.

But when I read Lord Henry Wotton's message about a theatrical company, I admit, I quickly got over it ( Read more... )