What is it about Orson Welles?
I've been continuing on with my tape listening, and I came across a tape on which I recorded excerpts from the Orson Welles/Joan Fontaine film version of Jane Eyre (1944). The speech that makes me feel all flush, that makes me forget that I'm lusting after a man who's twenty years dead, goes something like this:
Sometimes I have a queer feeling with regard to you, Jane -- especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left rib, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding corner of your little frame. And if we should have to be parted, that cord of communion would be snapt, and I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, -- you'd forget me."
Oh. Oh my. There's just something that happens to me when he says "...my left rib..."
I fear I've already said too much ...
