You insist on describing the torments of love when you clearly know NOTHING about them....
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Thomas Sharpe:
There is nothing to hold us in America.Edith Cushing:I see.Thomas Sharpe:Your novel. I read the new chapters and having delivered it in the morning. Will you still like to know my thoughts?Edith Cushing:If we must.Thomas Sharpe:It's absurdly sentimental. The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. You clearly have not lived it at all. In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell.Edith Cushing:That's enough!Thomas Sharpe:You insist on describing the torments of love when you clearly know NOTHING about them. I'M NOT DONE YET! What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection? Perfection has no place in love, Edith. I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies, the sooner the better. You know precious little about the human heart or love or the pain that comes with. You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD!
There is nothing to hold us in America.Edith Cushing:I see.Thomas Sharpe:Your novel. I read the new chapters and having delivered it in the morning. Will you still like to know my thoughts?Edith Cushing:If we must.Thomas Sharpe:It's absurdly sentimental. The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. You clearly have not lived it at all. In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell.Edith Cushing:That's enough!Thomas Sharpe:You insist on describing the torments of love when you clearly know NOTHING about them. I'M NOT DONE YET! What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection? Perfection has no place in love, Edith. I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies, the sooner the better. You know precious little about the human heart or love or the pain that comes with. You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD!
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And with nothing to hold us in America
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I see
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Your novel
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I read the new chapters I'll have them delivered in the morning
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That's very good of you thank you
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Would you still like to know my thoughts
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If we must
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It's absurdly sentimental
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The aches that you describe with such earnestness
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The pain the loss
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You clearly haven't lived at all
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In fact you only seem to know what other writers tell you
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That's enough
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You insist on describing the torments of love
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when you clearly know nothing about them
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I'm not done yet
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What do you dream of
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A kind man
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A pure soul to be redeemed
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A wounded bird you can nourish
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Perfection
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Perfection has no place in love Edith
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I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies
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The sooner the better
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You know precious little of the human heart or love
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or the pain that comes with it
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You're nothing but a spoiled child
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Movie Summary
In the aftermath of a family tragedy, an aspiring author is torn between love for her childhood friend and the temptation of a mysterious outsider. Trying to escape the ghosts of her past, she is swept away to a house that breathes, bleeds… and remembers.
Actors
Thomas Sharpe
Edith Cushing
