EXT. THE HILL. DAY.

MARIANNE has reached the top. Soaked to the skin, she stands with the storm raging around her, staring at the spires of Combe Magna, the place that would have been her home. Rain streaks her face and the wind whips her hair about her. Through frozen lips she whispers:

Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken ...  

EXT. THE HILL. DAY.

MARIANNE stares at Combe Magna, a strange smile playing about her lips. Then she calls to WILLOUGHBY as though he were near. The effect is eerie, unworldly.
Willoughby... Willoughby... Willoughby...

:)

The above, of course, from the screenplay of Jane Austen's Sense & Sensibility by Emma Thompson. We thank them both UTTERLY and forever... Kate is a goddess.

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