I put it out like this, and the dressing gown and slippers, just as I put them out for her the night she never came back, the night she was drowned.” She folded up the nightgown and put it back in the case. “Feel it, hold it,” she said, “how soft and light it is, isn’t it? I haven’t washed it since she wore it for the last time. She took the nightdress from the case and held it before me. Do you think she can see us, talking to one another now? Do you think the dead come back and watch the living?” I could not mistake it anywhere…It’s almost as though I catch the sound of her dress sweeping the stairs as she comes down to dinner. “Sometimes, when I walk along the corridor here, I fancy I hear her just behind me. When Idgie had grinned at her and tried to hand her that jar of honey, all these feelings that she had been trying to hold back came flooding through her, and it was at that second in time that she knew she loved Idgie with all her heart.” “It’s funny, most people can be around someone and they gradually begin to love them and never know exactly when it happened but Ruth knew the very second it happened to her. What we had to do was devise a story, get a central romantic relationship, and make the hero a red-blooded heterosexual.” All we had was this glorious girl-a perfect part for Audrey Hepburn. The refreshing meal, the brilliant fire, the presence and kindness of her beloved instructress, or, perhaps, more than all these, something in her own unique mind, had roused her powers within her … suddenly acquired a beauty more singular than that of Miss Temple’s-a beauty neither of fine color nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.īreakfast at Tiffany’s screenwriter George Axelrod: “She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.” Aunt Alexandra’s vision of my deportment involved playing with small stoves, tea sets, and wearing the Add-A-Pearl necklace she gave me when I was born furthermore, I should be a ray of sunshine in my father’s lonely life.įrankie Addams, The Member of the Wedding I could not possibly hope to be a lady if I wore breeches when I said I could do nothing in a dress, she said I wasn’t supposed to be doing things that required pants. Apparently it made no difference to him and did not worry him that he was suggesting something homosexual … As he started to crawl over to Fife’s side of the little tent he stopped and said: “I just dont want you to think I’m no queer, or nothing like that.”Īunt Alexandra was fanatical on the subject of my attire. “Shall we help each other out?” I’ll do it to you if you’ll do it to me.”īead, finding that he was not rebuffed, now became more confident in his voice and in his salesmanship. “Well, what do you say?” he said cheerfully. Guys could help each other out, Bead supposed. It was either that, or find yourself a queer cook or baker someplace, or it was nothing. What could a guy do? Nothing, that was what … Unless guys helped each other out now and then. Collins’s character, connections, and situation in life, I am convinced that my chance of happiness with him is as fair as most people can boast on entering the marriage state.” I ask only a comfortable home and considering Mr. “I am not romantic, you know I never was. Without thinking highly either of men or of matrimony, marriage had always been her object it was the only honourable provision for well-educated young women of small fortune, and however uncertain of giving happiness, must be their pleasantest preservative from want. What’s a kiss, you know?Īnyway, here are 18 more classic literary characters who are queer, whatever that means. What can any of us know, really, about anything, what with time being finite and language shifting beneath our feet like some kind of jargon earthquake. There’s probably some super straight-person reason Harper Lee never married, and Daphne du Maurier definitely wrote those love letters to Gertrude Lawrence and Ellen Doubleday to practice her penmanship. And while I have stood in front of Jane Austen’s former home in Bath - 25 Gay St., in fact - I have not had the distinct pleasure of sitting down with her over tea to make sport of our neighbors and discuss the evolution of the word “queer” and Charlotte Lucas’ place within that conceptual flowering. Neither have I used a Literatec to transport myself into the fictional realm of Green Gables. I can’t say I’ve ever time traveled to Prince Edward Island circa 1908 to ask Lucy Maud Montgomery if Anne Shirley is bisexual. The 200 Best Lesbian, Bisexual & Queer Movies Of All Time.LGBTQ Television Guide: What To Watch Now.