I had..I had to get your watch back.
Chapter One. He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion. Eh uh, no, make that he, he romanticized it all out of proportion. Better. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. Uh, no, let me start this over…
Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. Oh, I love this. New York was his town, and it always would be.
fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:
It was a fantastically good movie, with good points about measured sentimentalism for the past and loads of historical cameos. And before anyone says anything, yes, I know it wasn’t historically accurate, it’s a movie.
Lon Chaney in The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1923, dir. Wallace Worsley) (via)
“There dwelt within the rocky fastness of the cathedral a creature whom the Parisians of that day knew as the ‘Hunchback of Notre Dame’.
Quasimodo. Deaf, half-blind - shut off from his fellow men by his deformities, the bells were the only voice of his groping soul. To the townspeople he was an inhuman freak, a monstrous joke of Nature - and for their jeers he gave them bitter scorn and hate.”
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