We can never go back to Manderley again.

Amparo 2022-04-23 07:01:40

Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderlay again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, In front of the big iron gate in the driveway And for a while, I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, suddenly I was barred to me. I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, the drive wound away in front of me Twisting and turning as it had always done. Twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Changed, Nature had come into her own again, It turned out that nature has returned to its original appearance And little by little had encroached upon the drive with long, tenacious fingers. and on would the poor thread that had once been our drive, the woods were always a threat to the drive and finally,there was Manderley. Manderley, secretive and silent. Time could nor mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Time could nor mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, I saw the silvery water and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. For all of us That much is certain. Manderley is gone But sometimes in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life The days which began for me in the South of France.Manderley, still as secluded and quiet as ever, Time could nor mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. the sea and suddenly it seemed to me like the mirror-like surface of the lake when the waves were calm that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon And hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The dark cloud lingered for a while, like a black hand covering the face The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. That much is certain. Manderley is gone But sometimes in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me in the South of France. started in the southManderley, still as secluded and quiet as ever, Time could nor mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. the sea and suddenly it seemed to me like the mirror-like surface of the lake when the waves were calm that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon And hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The dark cloud lingered for a while, like a black hand covering the face The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. That much is certain. Manderley is gone But sometimes in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me in the South of France. started in the southThe passage of time, without any loss of the perfect symmetry of the walls, Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, I saw the silvery sea and suddenly it seemed to me like a mirror-like lake when the sea was calm that light came from the windows. Still And then a cloud came upon the moon And hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. And then a cloud came upon the moon And hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The face The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. Manderley is no more for us That much is certain. Manderley is no more But sometimes in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me in the South of France.The passage of time, without any loss of the perfect symmetry of the walls, Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, I saw the silvery sea and suddenly it seemed to me like a mirror-like lake when the sea was calm that light came from the windows. Still And then a cloud came upon the moon And hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. And then a cloud came upon the moon And hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The face The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. Manderley is no more for us That much is certain. Manderley is no more But sometimes in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me in the South of France.And then a cloud came upon the moon And hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. And then a cloud came upon the moon And hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. can never go back to Manderley again. Manderley is no more for us That much is certain. But sometimes in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me in the South of France.And then a cloud came upon the moon And hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. And then a cloud came upon the moon And hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. I looked upon a desolate shell with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. can never go back to Manderley again. Manderley is no more for us That much is certain. But sometimes in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me in the South of France.But sometimes in my dreams I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me in the South of France.But sometimes in my dreams I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me in the South of France.

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  • Chase 2022-03-22 09:01:34

    Excellent psychological suspense work, Freud can write about it. Still a Hitchcock-style progressive suspense building, Rebecca is portrayed as the shadow of desire shrouded in the heart of the entire manor—the hero fears her, the housekeeper admires her, and the heroine, who is an outsider and an intervener, Destined to be unable to escape her influence, try her best to be her, and long to erase her from everyone's mind. As a symbol, Rebecca is undoubtedly successful. She is everywhere, full of abstract symbolism, and only needs an initial to achieve presence, and this is Hitchcock's skill.

  • Winona 2021-11-12 08:01:24

    [Butterfly Dream] The whole movie is a magnificent but gloomy blurry dream. The sudden turn in the middle is amazing, and the ending mood is so beautiful.

Rebecca quotes

  • Mrs. Danvers: [as the second Mrs. de Winter runs into the room] I watched you go down just as I watched her a year ago. Even in the same dress you couldn't compare.

    The Second Mrs. de Winter: You knew it! You knew that she wore it, and yet you deliberately suggested I wear it. Why do you hate me? What have I done to you that you should ever hate me so?

    Mrs. Danvers: You tried to take her place. You let him marry you. I've seen his face - his eyes. They're the same as those first weeks after she died. I used to listen to him, walking up and down, up and down, all night long, night after night, thinking of her, suffering torture because he lost her!

    The Second Mrs. de Winter: [turning away in shame and shock] I don't want to know, I don't want to know!

    Mrs. Danvers: [moving towards her] You thought you could be Mrs. de Winter, live in her house, walk in her steps, take the things that were hers! But she's too strong for you. You can't fight her - no one ever got the better of her. Never, never. She was beaten in the end, but it wasn't a man, it wasn't a woman. It was the sea!

    The Second Mrs. de Winter: [collapsing in tears on the bed] Oh, stop it! Stop it! Oh, stop it!

    Mrs. Danvers: [opening the shutters] You're overwrought, madam. I've opened a window for you. A little air will do you good.

    [as the second Mrs. de Winter gets up and walks toward the window]

    Mrs. Danvers: Why don't you go? Why don't you leave Manderley? He doesn't need you... he's got his memories. He doesn't love you, he wants to be alone again with her. You've nothing to stay for. You've nothing to live for really, have you?

    [softly, almost hypnotically]

    Mrs. Danvers: Look down there. It's easy, isn't it? Why don't you? Why don't you? Go on. Go on. Don't be afraid...

  • Mrs. Danvers: She knew everyone that mattered. Everyone loved her.