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My next page of Wolf Wears Wool may be delayed because of a combination of plans swallowing up the rest of my week-end and because I received a smack to the face from the glove of THIS thing.

Fittingly enough, a lot of anguish went into this picture (aside from the fact that my first time reading the ending of the actual book saw me spending half of my day half-sobbing like a little bitch with a skinned knee). In the book, Dickens describes Sydney as holding the hand(s) of the seamstress as they are in the queue, and that he turns her away so that she is not facing the guillotine . . . And all but one of the illustrations I have seen of this scene depict him with his hands tied behind. This would make sense (albiet be even more awkward), if the seamstress didn't go before him in the queue. If they were clasping one another's hands behind them and thus facing opposite directions, he'd have to turn her so that she were behind him and he'd actually be next in the queue . . . Oh, my brain hurts . . . And having to dissect that scene any more will make it lose its full flavour and impact . . .

At any rate, I rationalised it by saying that their hands are bound in front until they are untied to have their outer garments removed (which they were, sources say), after which, their hands were bound behind, before stepping up to the platform.

. . . Owww . . . Now my heart hurts.

I think I'm explaining all of this firstly because I have a feeling that it will come into question and above all else, I wanted to do this scene justice. It has been said that this scene from A Tale Of Two Cities is one of the most finely crafted in English Literature. This is, in my experience, both understatement and fact. It is also said that few fictional characters are as wept over as Sydney Carton. I can also attest to the veracity of this claim.

So, yer, until I can unearth my Ouija Board from my storage unit for to verify the front-or-back hand binding bungle with old Dickens himself, I hope you can content yourself with . . . I dunno, the atmosphere I was trying to capture.

. . . And of course, if you haven't, read the book for yourselves.

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My next page of Wolf Wears Wool may be delayed because of a combination of plans swallowing up the rest of my week-end and because I received a smack to the face from the glove of THIS thing.

Fittingly enough, a lot of anguish went into this picture (aside from the fact that my first time reading the ending of the actual book saw me spending half of my day half-sobbing like a little bitch with a skinned knee). In the book, Dickens describes Sydney as holding the hand(s) of the seamstress as they are in the queue, and that he turns her away so that she is not facing the guillotine . . . And all but one of the illustrations I have seen of this scene depict him with his hands tied behind. This would make sense (albiet be even more awkward), if the seamstress didn't go before him in the queue. If they were clasping one another's hands behind them and thus facing opposite directions, he'd have to turn her so that she were behind him and he'd actually be next in the queue . . . Oh, my brain hurts . . . And having to dissect that scene any more will make it lose its full flavour and impact . . .

At any rate, I rationalised it by saying that their hands are bound in front until they are untied to have their outer garments removed (which they were, sources say), after which, their hands were bound behind, before stepping up to the platform.

. . . Owww . . . Now my heart hurts.

I think I'm explaining all of this firstly because I have a feeling that it will come into question and above all else, I wanted to do this scene justice. It has been said that this scene from A Tale Of Two Cities is one of the most finely crafted in English Literature. This is, in my experience, both understatement and fact. It is also said that few fictional characters are as wept over as Sydney Carton. I can also attest to the veracity of this claim.

So, yer, until I can unearth my Ouija Board from my storage unit for to verify the front-or-back hand binding bungle with old Dickens himself, I hope you can content yourself with . . . I dunno, the atmosphere I was trying to capture.

. . . And of course, if you haven't, read the book for yourselves.