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<blockquote data-quote="Lieutenant Dann" data-source="post: 28429451" data-attributes="member: 570491"><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The Beautiful Prisoner 1983*</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"The whole villa seemed ravaged as if a hurricane had struck it during the night. I vaguely recalled motionless men in tuxedos who did not seem to understand me. They spoke in a language similar to mine but whose meaning I did not know. Neither did I recognize the sound of my own voice. Sara's letter suddenly came to mind. I had a vital mission. I recalled that Sara had told me to see de Corinthe at once as if someone's life was in danger. I no longer knew where I was. I was puzzled by the streets I hardly recognized this strange house. I feel... I'm going through the same places as if in a bad dream..."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/uPDmnfe.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"A vast empty beach in the distance the sea, breaking in successive sizzling waves. In the foreground, heavy red, half drawn theater curtains. Where from? What were they doing there? I was worried, in a useless, exaggerated way by the memory of this image as by a dream which recurs when the eyelids close. One feels it means something important. But one doesn't know what"**</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/zUQOSZJ.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- Here is her photo. Do you know her? Was she a regular?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- Her. I know her. She often came here. But she couldn't have been here last night.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- Why?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">- It must be six or seven years since she died in an accident. She's the daughter of Professor Van de Reeves, a crazy old man experiments in spiritualism.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">*</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">original title·····La Belle captive</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">language·········French</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">**</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Inspired by the </span></span><a href="https://www.renemagritte.org/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">works of René Magritte</span></span></a><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px">.</span></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><a href="https://mega.nz/file/6ocCULrJ#YPl6_PyLWqf5Uo39yxIFCLHbee8w1AsRMjIHZTmvPlA" target="_blank"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/2kJSoUS.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lieutenant Dann, post: 28429451, member: 570491"] [FONT=trebuchet ms][SIZE=4]The Beautiful Prisoner 1983* "The whole villa seemed ravaged as if a hurricane had struck it during the night. I vaguely recalled motionless men in tuxedos who did not seem to understand me. They spoke in a language similar to mine but whose meaning I did not know. Neither did I recognize the sound of my own voice. Sara's letter suddenly came to mind. I had a vital mission. I recalled that Sara had told me to see de Corinthe at once as if someone's life was in danger. I no longer knew where I was. I was puzzled by the streets I hardly recognized this strange house. I feel... I'm going through the same places as if in a bad dream..." [IMG]https://i.imgur.com/uPDmnfe.jpg[/IMG] "A vast empty beach in the distance the sea, breaking in successive sizzling waves. In the foreground, heavy red, half drawn theater curtains. Where from? What were they doing there? I was worried, in a useless, exaggerated way by the memory of this image as by a dream which recurs when the eyelids close. One feels it means something important. But one doesn't know what"** [IMG]https://i.imgur.com/zUQOSZJ.jpg[/IMG] - Here is her photo. Do you know her? Was she a regular? - Her. I know her. She often came here. But she couldn't have been here last night. - Why? - It must be six or seven years since she died in an accident. She's the daughter of Professor Van de Reeves, a crazy old man experiments in spiritualism. * original title·····La Belle captive language·········French ** Inspired by the [/SIZE][/FONT][URL='https://www.renemagritte.org/'][FONT=trebuchet ms][SIZE=4]works of René Magritte[/SIZE][/FONT][/URL][FONT=trebuchet ms][SIZE=4].[/SIZE][/FONT] [CENTER][FONT=trebuchet ms][SIZE=4][URL='https://mega.nz/file/6ocCULrJ#YPl6_PyLWqf5Uo39yxIFCLHbee8w1AsRMjIHZTmvPlA'][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/2kJSoUS.png[/IMG][/URL][/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER] [/QUOTE]
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