In many ways, he [Carlisle] and Mary are well-suited to each other: practical, calculating, image-obsessed. And creepily possessive though he is (that hunt scene does not bode well for married life), Carlisle isn’t totally in the wrong—he loves Mary, and she’s emotionally all over Matthew, and right in front of him. Matthew, for his part, has started dropping lines like “Would you like me to come with you, to explain what’s happening?” which is the Edwardian lawyer equivalent of “let’s go on an activity date so I can put my hands all over you and talk down to you while I teach you how to hit a golf ball/rock climb/paint a very delicate piece of pottery.” And that cemetery scene, oh boy. Could these two be any more infatuated with their own agony?
Amanda Dobbins, Also Head Matthew/Mary Stan, Vulture
(via thequietworld)
Please don’t make fun of me. It’s cost me all I’ve got to say these things.
(Source: d-franco)
