In the novel Jerry Burton, the protagonist, after seeing that Elsie Holland looks amazingly beautiful, has no further interest in her. The girl who does attract him, and whom he eventually marries, is considered quite ordinary by most people, but Jerry almost immediately notices that she is a lovely person. The character of Elsie Holland, and Jerry Burton’s lack of desire for her, is needlessly changed from the text of the original novel (chapter two): Suddenly my eyes were held in glad and incredulous surprise. Along the pavement toward me there came floating a goddess. There is really no other word for it. The perfect features, the crisply curling golden hair, the tall exquisitely shaped body. And she walked like a goddess, without effort, seeming to swim nearer and nearer. A glorious, an incredible, a breath-taking girl! In my intense excitement something had to go. What went was the currant loaf. It slipped from my clutches. I made a dive after it and lost my stick, which clattered to the pavement, and I slipped and nearly fell myself. It was the strong arm of the goddess that caught and held me. I began to stammer: “Th-thanks awfully, I’m f-f-frightfully sorry.” She had retrieved the currant loaf and handed it to me together with the stick. And then she smiled kindly and said cheerfully: “Don’t mention it. No trouble, I assure you,” and the magic died completely before the flat, competent voice. A nice, healthy-looking, well set-up girl; no more. I fell to reflecting what would have happened if the gods had given Helen of Troy exactly those flat accents. How strange that a girl could trouble your inmost soul so long as she kept her mouth shut, and that the moment she spoke the glamour could vanish as though it had never been. A little later his sister joins him: “Is that what struck you all of a heap?” she asked. “She’s good-looking, but a bit of a wet fish.” “I know,” I said. “Just a nice kind girl. And I’d been thinking her Aphrodite.” Joanna opened the door of the car and I got in. “It's funny, isn’t it?” she said. “Some people have lots of looks and absolutely no S.A. That girl hasn’t. It seems such a pity.”
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One of the most beautiful woman I ever seen in my life!!! 💃🏻👸🏻❤️
I love Kelly ❤
Wow what a stunner. As was said in the script "Lucky Boys" having her for a nanny.
that's true
💯 th like
I love Kelly Brook ❤💋🌹👙
Kelly brook è una donna meravigliosa splendida mitica divina
So gorgeous
They should cast her in endeavouer make her a good fling for morse or better still a friend of joan Thursday and even better a murder victim
where have I been? I'm right here silly pants!!
In the novel Jerry Burton, the protagonist, after seeing that Elsie Holland looks amazingly beautiful, has no further interest in her. The girl who does attract him, and whom he eventually marries, is considered quite ordinary by most people, but Jerry almost immediately notices that she is a lovely person.
The character of Elsie Holland, and Jerry Burton’s lack of desire for her, is needlessly changed from the text of the original novel (chapter two):
Suddenly my eyes were held in glad and incredulous surprise.
Along the pavement toward me there came floating a goddess. There is really no other word for it.
The perfect features, the crisply curling golden hair, the tall exquisitely shaped body. And she walked like a goddess, without effort, seeming to swim nearer and nearer. A glorious, an incredible, a breath-taking girl!
In my intense excitement something had to go. What went was the currant loaf. It slipped from my clutches. I made a dive after it and lost my stick, which clattered to the pavement, and I slipped and nearly fell myself.
It was the strong arm of the goddess that caught and held me. I began to stammer:
“Th-thanks awfully, I’m f-f-frightfully sorry.”
She had retrieved the currant loaf and handed it to me together with the stick. And then she smiled kindly and said cheerfully:
“Don’t mention it. No trouble, I assure you,” and the magic died completely before the flat, competent voice.
A nice, healthy-looking, well set-up girl; no more.
I fell to reflecting what would have happened if the gods had given Helen of Troy exactly those flat accents. How strange that a girl
could trouble your inmost soul so long as she kept her mouth shut, and that the moment she spoke the glamour could vanish as though it had never been.
A little later his sister joins him:
“Is that what struck you all of a heap?” she asked. “She’s good-looking, but a bit of a wet fish.”
“I know,” I said. “Just a nice kind girl. And I’d been thinking her Aphrodite.”
Joanna opened the door of the car and I got in.
“It's funny, isn’t it?” she said. “Some people have lots of looks and absolutely no S.A. That girl hasn’t. It seems such a pity.”
Her acting skills are terrible should stick to modelling it's what she knows best 🙄
We forgive her.