Your job is to craft my doom, so I am not sure how well I should wish you.
But I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun.
Ta-ta,
“H.”
Posts Tagged ‘Over this odd world’
Neither Savage Nor Wise
October 20th, 2014, posted in Hannibal, MESSAGEs, Scarface'S DIARYMy dear Will,
You must be healed by now… on the outside at least, I hope you’re not too ugly. What a collection of scars you have. Never forget who gave you the best of them, and be grateful, our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.
We live in a primitive time, don’t we, Will ? Neither savage nor wise. Half measures of the curse of it, any rational society will either kill me or put me to some use.
Do you dream much, Will ? I think of you often.
Your old friend,
Hannibal Lector.
I Have To Hunt A Thing That Lives On Tears
October 3rd, 2014, posted in Hannibal, MESSAGEs, Scarface'S DIARY
Do You Believe A Man Could Become So Obsessed With A Woman From A Single Encounter
September 10th, 2014, posted in Hannibal, LoVE
Allegra Pazzi : Dr. Fell, do you believe a man could become so obsessed with a woman, from a single encounter ??
Hannibal Lecter : Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her ?? I think so.. But would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him ??
Would You Ever Say To Me "Stop, If You Loved Me, You'd Stop"?
August 19th, 2014, posted in GiRLs, Hannibal, LoVE, Scarface'S DIARY- Hannibal Lecter: I came half way around the world, to watch you run, Clarice. Let me run, eh?
- [Clarice struggles against Lecter, he forces her against the refrigerator, opens the door and traps her hair, breaking away the handle]
- Hannibal Lecter: Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me “stop, if you loved me, you’d stop”?
- Clarice Starling: Not in a thousand years.
- Hannibal Lecter: Not in a thousand years…
- [Lecter lunges towards Clarice, baring his teeth; she does not flinch]
- Hannibal Lecter: That’s my girl.
- [Lecter kisses Starling, but she does not respond. The click of closing handcuffs is heard. Lecter stops, pulls away and lifts his wrist. The two are joined by handcuffs]
- Hannibal Lecter: Now that’s really interesting. But I’m rather pressed for time. Where’s the key?
- [Clarice does not react. He repeats the line, sounding less calm and more infuriated. Still she does not respond]
- Hannibal Lecter: Okay…
- [He takes a meat cleaver from the worktop and lays out her hand]
- Hannibal Lecter: Above or below the wrist, Clarice?
- [Clarice still refuses to respond as he raises the cleaver]
- Hannibal Lecter: This is really going to hurt…
