the old fashioned way

People running 'round it's five o'clock
Everywhere in town it's getting dark
Everyone you see is full of life
It's time for tea.

Lo uso al señor blog. Para algo le puse título de Atonement, etc, debo hacerle honor.

Joe Lyons tea house

Claro, expliquenme como hago para recrear el encuentro de Robbie y Cecilia si cierran la TEA HOUSE donde se encontraron en 1939.
For heaven's sake.

Tea for Two?

Ian, te amo y te odio.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas.

No hay ninguna traducción decente.

Robbie Turner

"It was an interesting combination in a man: intelligence and a sheer bulk"

He is the son of Grace Tallis, a servant at the Tallis' Household. He has been acquainted with the family since he was only six years old, and Cecilia and Leon were his best friends. He is Jack Tallis' protégé.

McAvoy describes Robbie as " a man caughted between classes", as well as "fucking pure". "Robbie is for the betterment of the human race. He's a complete socialist. He tries to understand other people's point of view; he wants to be a doctor. Then he goes to prison, and he goes to war. Gone is the idealist by then, he just goes,'I don't give a fuck about the others, I'm gonna get back to her [Cecilia]'. That's the only thing he thinks about. He's got one thing to hold on to after he's been fucked by Briony, by the upper classes."

A little bit SWEARY, I dare say, but really accurate.

I think Robbie is a really interesting character, very rounded, very...I don't know,I lack the words to fully describe him. There's something lovely about him and his hopes, specially when he is alone at France...missing Cecilia.

Missing his "vanished life".

Uncle Clem's Vase

"She advanced into the room , and thrust the flowers into the vase. It had once belonged to her Uncle Clem, whose funeral, or re-burial, at the end of the war she remembered quite well [...] most memorably for a five-year-old, her father weeping. Clem was his only sibling. The story of how he had come by the vase was told in one of the last letters the young lieutenant wrote home [...] a half destroyed museum [...] the vase was taken from a shattered glass case and presented in gratitude [...] Jack Tallis wanted the vase in use, in honour of his brother's memory [...] If it had survive the war [...] then it could survive the Tallises"

First Impressions

Cecilia knew she could not go on wasting her days in the stews of her untidied room, lying on her bed in a haze of smoke, chin propped on her hand, pins and needles spreading up through her arm as she read her way through Richardson's Clarissa.

Cecilia wonders why her relationship with her childhood playmate Robbie Turner is so awkward and uncomfortable since they both come down from Cambridge: what's going on? Is he too proud of his first? Does he despise her third? Why in the earth did he step BAREFOOT into the library?

She was told to fill a vase (a special vase) with flowers and water, in order to welcome properly their new guest, Paul Marshall (a friend of Leon Tallis).

She decides to fill the vase outdoors.

Robbie turned suddenly at the sound of her approach [...] They were silent for a while.

'Beautiful day', she then said through a sigh.

He was looking at her with amused suspicion. There was something between them, and even she had to acknowledge that a tame remark about the weather sounded perverse.