Is it possible to look like Eli? *(book vers.)

[dongregg]

For what it is worth (probably nothing), there are Irish lasses with coal-black hair, skin as white as a marble statue, and crystal blue eyes that arrest you and that you carry the memory of forever. Just so you know.

[dom-on-ho]

For what it is worth (probably nothing), there are Irish lasses with coal-black hair, skin as white as a marble statue, and crystal blue eyes that arrest you and that you carry the memory of forever. Just so you know.

Thats the image I have of Eli in my mind, and in the stories I write.

[dongregg]

And such ineffable yearning that one might feel from immersion in LTROI has already been provided perfectly:

The Song of Wandering Aengus

William Butler Yeats (from The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899)

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

[dom-on-ho]

And such ineffable yearning that one might feel from immersion in LTROI has already been provided perfectly:

The Song of Wandering Aengus

William Butler Yeats (from The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899)

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

Absolutely beautiful, and appropriate

[PeteMork]

And such ineffable yearning that one might feel from immersion in LTROI has already been provided perfectly:

The Song of Wandering Aengus

William Butler Yeats (from The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899)

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

And here it is again, in song:

I find it interesting that, in spite of the book's description of Eli's eyes, TA still chose to turn Lina's brown eyes, blue.

[dom-on-ho]

Well dang, I guess I will keep Elus eyes brown in my stories, trying to stay as true to the novel as I can, and besides, my eyes are brown and I am doing okay

[a_contemplative_life]

And such ineffable yearning that one might feel from immersion in LTROI has already been provided perfectly:

The Song of Wandering Aengus

William Butler Yeats (from The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899)

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

That is very sweet.

[metoo]

I find it interesting that, in spite of the book's description of Eli's eyes, TA still chose to turn Lina's brown eyes, blue.

I guess he wanted Eli to look more sinister. But I think it was a mistake, since the contact lenses flattened the look of Lina's eyes in close-up scenes. Watch the bedroom scene, and compare the look of Kåre's eyes to Lina's.

[PeteMork]

I find it interesting that, in spite of the book's description of Eli's eyes, TA still chose to turn Lina's brown eyes, blue.

I guess he wanted Eli to look more sinister. But I think it was a mistake, since the contact lenses flattened the look of Lina's eyes in close-up scenes. Watch the bedroom scene, and compare the look of Kåre's eyes to Lina's.

I hadn't noticed that before. They don't sparkle like they should (and like Oskar's do in the same close-ups)

It's things like this change in eye color, along with hundreds of other little things, that make me wish that I was TA's next-door neighbor and/or drinking buddy, so I could ask him all these trivia questions.

[Serendipitous]

I mean sure its possible, when I was young I had long dark hair was was pretty pale.