He thought of that forest of Montfermeil; they had crossed it together, Cosette and he; he thought of the weather, of the trees without leaves, of the forest without birds, of the sky without sun; it is all the same, it was charming… she had her great doll in her arms, she had put her louis d’or in the pocket of this apron, she laughed, they walked holding each other by the hand, she had nobody but him in the world.
It was an awkward and impossible romance, given that the object of my affection was wholly fictional and living somewhere in Nova Scotia around the turn of the century. I knew that Gilbert Blythe, he who taunted Anne of Green Gables with the nickname “carrots” and pulled on her braids, wasn’t real. And yet, I had to believe in the idea of Gilbert Blythe; I was in love with the sheer dream of a boy that falls for the smart outcast and then doesn’t give up.
(I just died because of David Tennant’s hair.)
Colin Baker just looks so…UMF.
They’re so cute…uh… David.