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My Mary

He barely threw the breast

His burning gaze is fixed on her.

There was barely ...

The demon threw the
His burning gaze on her ...

... leaves his face without symmetry ...

... leaves his face
Completely without form ...

... and with her fingertips
Touched his lips,

It melted into it.

She's looking for you.

Next time you run away
Read ghost stories,

Take me with you.

Who says I read ghost stories?

It's exciting, is not it?

My heart ran, I was so scared.

If I were you,
I was more afraid

Your dad catches you reading this.

I do not know how disturbing he is.

People liked the novels
His gothic.

Your father works in the bookstore.

Claire takes care of the house.

I spent all my hours
The transition in the books.

Where were you today?

You could not make it easier
Your father for a few hours?

I completed my work for today.

I just went out for some fresh air.

I know where you were.

Look who's back, darling.

I just went for a walk.

Glad to see you

Devoting yourself to work
These big ones, Mary.

"Loving reading has
Everything you have. "

The payment is overstated, Mr.
Goodwin.

I need to remind you
Terms of your loan?

Business has been very poor.

Give me another month.

Another month?
Six months already.

Unnamed: Now, no
You asked for a ghost story?

Is this new?

Another month. Understand?

I will rise from the grave ...

... to tell the story of the betrayal I suffered.

And to seek my revenge!

There was barely a demon cast ...

His burning gaze on her ...

... in her frozen cheeks ...

Clare, Clare. Clare!

It's just a nightmare.

It's fine.

Go back to sleep.

It's fine.

Go back to sleep.

Can not you sleep?

Do you miss her?

She was full of passion.

So defiant.

As if she was in war all the time

With everyone and everything.

And enjoy every moment of battle.

Warriors like your mother to the world
Do not miss this world.

The claws of the devil leapt
To the girl's neck.

Sinking his claws ...

Deep, deep in her pale, pale skin.

Blood dripped ...
Like tracks in the snow and milk.

Mary?

She shouted.

Where you?

No one watches the shop,

And you come back here rattling like a child.

Let's see what's so important

Because he kept you from
Your job, right?

It's private.

What thoughts haunt the daughter

Of these esteemed writers?

Release!

Mary.

She pushed me!

You didn 't see her.
I did not do anything.

You okay?

I can not live with someone like that.

There is no grain of respect in it.

I did not do anything.
- It is enough. It is enough.

He's an old friend.

Mr. Baxter is a clear believer in education

like my.

You will find his home very comfortable.

Scotland?

I'm sending you because I'm
I love you, Mary.

And because I hope so

Because you'll find the receiver you need there.

Also that solitude will give you time

For introspection.

Your writing ...

... This is the work of imitating.

Eliminate yourself from thoughts and words

Of other people, Mary.

Find your voice.

Mary! Welcome.

Oh, God, you
Looks like your mother.

And, thank God, not like your father.

I am William Baxter.
This is the daughter Isabelle.

We will do our best to
To amuse you here, Mary.

It can not be
As bustling as London,

But I'm sure we can find
Some ways to pass the time.

The night is so different here.

How do people sleep with all this quiet?

Come on, I know where to go.

I thought to try to call my mother ...

... by a seance.

But she suffered so much
A long time with illness ...

... What if you finally find at last?

Would not it be cruel to interrupt her?

You think it can really work,

Reach the dead?

I already feel her presence.

I miss her so much.

Not a day passes when I do not think about her.

Will you ever consider trying
Contact your mother?

Maybe she will not want me to.

If I was the one who killed her.

She died a few days
After I was born.

Oh, Mary.

I like it in Scotland.

Nothing is as I expected it to be.

You've been here only a few weeks.

Give it time.

In London it is not often
We often have an opportunity

For a picnic by the river.

Your mistake is waiting for the event.

I looked at the rotting sea and pulled my eyes

I looked at the deck
And the dead lay there

I looked up at the sky and tried to pray

But before the prayer was
gushed a vicious whisper came ...

Come on in.
You must be freezing.

If only I can give you
Some of my connections.

My contribution to tonight's entertainment.

- How are you?
Good -. How's the party?

Isabel ... Who is that?

Oh, that's mine.

Beautiful, is not it?

He is a radical poet.

He thinks poetry should
Repair the company,

So he is often in trouble.

Sounds like a catch.

Come on, let me introduce you to some friends.

There's someone I'd like you to meet.

Successfully.

Percy, I'm allowed to introduce Mary.
Mary-

Baxter! Come and join us!

Oh, that's Coleridge.

Mary, you can put the
Those names, please?

Let me get these for you.

I'm Percy Bysshe.

I'm Mary Wollstonecret - Godwin.

of course.

Baxter mentioned that you would join the family here.

I'm a big fan of
Your two parents.

I hope I can deposit
You on this mission, Mr. Shelley.

Or try to incite me to revolution?

My reputation precedes me.

Do not welcome change
The silence is deafening?

Get used to it.

In London I spend most of it
Time in my father's bookstore.

So the silence is deafening
Not as dramatic as you think.

Baxter does his best
His ability to meet these.

Any lover of poetry must be
Will find great excitement at work

That is shown here.

So you must be a writer yourself?

Not really.

Nothing significant.

I hope, one day.

And what, if I ask, will be

Like "significant" in your eyes?

Anything that obstructs the blood

And accelerates the beating of the heart.

Oh, perfect!

Now I can steal
My Mr. Shelley?

We would love a song, sir.

Definitely sir.

Without an audience, ideas
Only words left on the page.

Mr. Shelley, your connection.

Unnamed: Oh, I do not need these.
Thanks.

Secure a spark of new inspiration.

Oh, not the poet vision in his dreams

When clouds are silver
Floating through the wild brain

When all shows of
Charming, wild and glorious

Astonish

enthusiasm

Elevators

So bright ...

... so fair, so wild in shape

Hath still still

As was the case with the air courses

And poured the magic of her gaze

With the sleep of the Virgin

Alone alone

Own

On the broad broad sea

And God will not pity my soul with pain

- This weather.
- Oh, stop complaining.

It's Scotland, what do you expect?

So I tell you, if any
Things come from God ...

... and we all come from God,

Are not we part of God?

When we think, we do not
Seeing the thoughts of God?

I can not say I am
Feel like God.

Your body is tired, Baxter,

But your spirit, it is eager to take off.

What are you, Miss Goodwin?

Do you think you're God?

Like the great poet Coleridge?

I confess...

I thought Coleridge
'Much more captivating

when I was a boy.

there you are.

Unnamed: I'm surprised you
Can remember back so far.

Here is the majesty of creation ...

so how old are you,

Dear old?

Old enough to
Know why you ask.

Ah.

It's inspiring, do not you think?

- I am 16.
Hmm.

What about you?

21.

Indeed, a wise old man.

As the mountain springs under the morning sun

We'll be alike

We will be one spirit
Within two frames

Oh, why?

One desire in hearts
Twins growing and expanding

Up to two meteors of flame expansion

This instinct becomes the same

Touch, mingle

They have changed ever

Fire, but uncompromising

Mary...

I 'm afraid I have
Horrible news from London.

This is your sister Clare.

Can I ask you...

Can you tell Mr
Mine that I broke up?

of course.

Is Scotland everything
I said it would be?

Were you happy?

I was.

You'll live again, Mary.
You have a spirit of your mother.

You will not be closed for long.

That's how it was for weeks.

Clare?

Thank God!
Unnamed: You're finally back!

So you're not dying?

Only boredom.

You mean you were not sick at all?

Well ... maybe a little.

Poor bird!

Who, from your narrow cage?

Such musicians, it may calm

The rough hearts of you are imprisoned

Were not deaf to sweet melody

This song will be Vardach, Ali
His title is pale

Dead, indeed,

My nightingale is singing!

It seemed my mother's last fantasy

He is a young protege of your father.

We all have to be on
Our best behavior

At dinner tonight to win it.

He must be rich.

She is a woman of fearless hope,

I can not deny it.

Mr. Percy Shelley,

I can view the
Mrs. Goodwin, my wife.

And our children, William, Clare, and Mary.

happy.

My husband tells me you're a poet, Mr. Shelley.

He talks very much about your work.

Well, I pray praises
His, Mrs. Godwin.

I must admit, however,
My work is still not widely known.

Although I have just completed the
My second volume which ...

Waiting for publication.

A very impressive achievement for such a young man.

All my achievement is in the shadow

Of your influence, Mr. Goodwin.

You flatter me.

I hope you will consider my proposal

To take me as your prot�g�.

I have a substantial allowance at my disposal ...

... and gladly make up for you
At any time you may have a spare.

Well, I feel a must ...

... foster such competence.

Well, it's settled.

How fortunate we are

Be in the presence of two great minds.

You must see the store
Our books, Mr. Shelley.

I have a copy of "Iliad"
In the original Greek.

Hmm.

Maybe Mary will show you
That after dinner.

How are you?

Does it seem so strange,
Because I was looking for the teaching

The Great William Godwin?

Of course I'm not just here
To see your father.

So why are you here?

Feel my blood fold again

And the acceleration of beatings of my heart.

Mary?

Mr.

Your father would have wanted to
See my Mr.

Thanks.

I'll be with him for a moment.

I kinda enjoy the collection, eh.

So I understand.

as I said,

Both of your parents are a source
Great inspiration for me.

My mother died when I was ten days old.

I'm sorry, I had no idea.

Do not be sorry.

I like to talk about her.

Even if I never really knew her.

All the contradictions she embodied.

Everyone talks about ...

Now she wants to go

And live with a married man and his wife ...

... in m�nage � trois.

And how about ...

... all that?

I have no problem with it.

People have to live
And to love as they please.

But one thing that never happened
I did not understand he ...

... why two radicals
Like your parents

Surrender to marriage?

Give me legitimacy.

Meet me ...

...tomorrow.

Just tell me where.

There's a place I go alone.

I'm not sure what you'll do with it.

My temple.

So this will also be my temple.

I come here every time I can.

Just to feel her embrace.

My father taught me to read ...

... by tracking
The letters of her name.

I do not know why I'm waiting here.

Maybe you're just waiting
Someone reach out and ...

... bring back your embrace.

I thought I'd never
We'll escape the rain.

I think I'd rather
Suffer the flood outside.

If God is everywhere,

So why should a person
Establish temples to it?

Because it's your imagination

That is a device of good morals,

Not those four walls.

Let's see if the Creator
The big hit us down.

You will fear God and your God.

Chairs, altars ...

... jurisdictions, prisons,

They are all part of the system
One huge, tyranny ...

... intended to crush the soul of man.

Their empty alliance has no power over us.

I fear not of God,

Or those who speak on earth.

Hmm.

Someone here.

Persian.

Persian.

So the Day of Judgment is over us.

Peace?

Anyone there?

Oh, Mr. Shelley, this is a real book.

Your name looks so
Good in gold letters.

I'm sure it will be more popular

Than your mass on
The virtues of Atheism.

Ghost stories and romantic novels
May sell, dear,

But this books challenge
The common doctrine

Superstition that truly suffer.

We rely on
Brave works like this one

Push the world
Suffering and illusion.

Well done, sir.

I hope you like it
That, Miss Goodwin.

I'm sure I will.

Read this when you are alone.

Oh, give it to me!

Give it to me.
Please, Mary.

Mary.

"Sunlight holds the earth

And the moon kisses the sea

What are all these kisses worth ... "

"If you do not kiss me?"

Miss Goodwin?

Yes?

I'm my lady.
My Harriet.

And that's me, our daughter.

How can I help you, my lady?

I'm looking for my husband.

He is not here.

My father works alone today.

I can not help you anymore.

Miss Goodwin!

Stay away from Percy.

I had not seen him for weeks,
But I heard rumors.

There is no doubt that Mr. Shelley's wife
Be impervious to gossip?

Turns out you're a stranger
The scandal, Miss Goodwin.

Did you know that I ran away with
Percy when I was a girl?

Idealism and love give us courage.

But they do not prepare you for sacrifice

A man like Percy must be loved.

Your husband is my father's disciple.

Nothing more.

If I see my Mr.,

I'll let him know you're looking for him.

Goodbye, my lady.

Clare?

Your wife is very beautiful, Mr. Shelley.

I did not know you were married.

Yes.

Yes, I have been married for five years now.

Hurry hurry.

We look forward to meeting my lady.

Maybe she'd like to join us
For dinner one evening?

Your offer is very good,
Mrs Goodwin.

However, my lady and I
A man and woman named ...

...only.

I continue to provide for Harriet

And Ianthe homes
Economically but that's all.

This is intolerable tyranny ...

... to tie the husband
And his wife to live

After decay their affection.

Yes.

I remember saying something
That's when I was young.

How could you do that?

- what did I do?
"You told her."

You would need to.

How could you talk about Harriet and Ann?

My marriage was a mistake.

I believed I would find Harriet generous.

But time only revealed
An empty, heartless cynicism

Who ate both of us in a whirl
Of hatred and torment.

But when I met you ...

... for the first time since
My marriage, I felt alive.

And did you know I was married,

Fairness would bring
Express your interest.

Fairness never
It was a matter of mine.

I assure you it could be
It is very easy to say this,

But it can be different
Very live it.

And that's what I challenge you to do now.

You challenge me why?

- do what-
- Shh!

Do what your heart tells you to do

And come with me.

And let us both ...

... new air fill our lungs.

A new sun to warm our faces.

See a new life that is
Really worth the life ...

...together.

The air in this house was stifling

Long before mine,

But the fact that he came here every day

Makes it even less bearable.

It feels like I'm suffocating.

I just want to run away.

At least you went to Scotland.

I've never been anywhere.

Next time we'll go somewhere else.

We will set off throughout the world,

Just you and me.

And meet amazing people

And go to wonderful places.

Nevertheless,

Or all these people,
There will be no difference at all.

They do not mean to talk.

I promise.

I can not imagine
Nothing more wonderful.

So fast, Mr.

I thought you and Mr. Godwin would work

Through the afternoon.

I'm afraid I'm not
I still feel nothing,

Mrs Goodwin.

My Mr. must be suffering

What a mental pain.

Perhaps he was disappointed to discover that ...

You do not cultivate them
Public acts of negligence

Like your dear mother.

I'd ask you not to
Talk about my mother.

Oh, but of course.

How dare someone take out
One word outside the Torah

About a man who died a husband
Such a great talent?

At least you did not inherit
Its strange deficit.

The stupid impulsivity

Who misjudged the emancipation.

I inherited nothing but fire in my soul

And I will not let you anymore,

Or any other person, to accommodate it.

Unnamed: Do you really
Mixed with this whoremonger?

I hope rumors
These will turn out to be false.

Just as we found a avenue for our salvation,

You go and turn
Our fate is another scandal.

Do you believe I care
My reputation at all?

Or yours?

I'm not afraid but I suppose
Words meaningless

Scaring me of my desires.

The sun holds the earth

And the moon kisses the sea

What all these kisses is worth

If you do not kiss me?

Mary.

What do you mean?
But you're already married.

We love each other.

We do not have to get married.

I told you your twisted ideals

Will come back to haunt us.

Mrs. Goodwin, please.

We live only on
By your beliefs.

- Your principles.
- What do you know about living your beliefs?

You had no problem with my mother

Want to live out of wedlock.

You really think so

Can you stand the consequences of this?

Your mother was tortured by her pushing.

The very desires she thought would hold her

They worked just as industriously
To tear it apart.

Do not let them get better than you, Mary.

And you forget some fantasy
Woven with my daughter.

Do you really suggest

I can only be with the daughter
Yours if we were married?

How dare you?

Come to my house, you get
My hospitality

And lure my 16 year old daughter!

Is not that you get my money?

Unnamed: Get back to your wife!

She had never set foot in this house again.

My love, I'll come back to you.

If you see my Mr. again,

Get ready to lose
Father's love, forever.

Mary!

Mary!

Do not look back, Mary.

Remember, once you're gone ...

... none of that,

Or all these people,
There will be no difference at all.

But please, Mary, take me with you.

You promised the next time we went together.

I hope not
I've held you for a long time!

I guess you came as a couple.

I could not leave her.

come!

where are we going?

To St. Pancras.

women.

He's down here.

Thanks.

Oh!

It's temporary, of course.

Well, where am I sleeping?

Try there.

I'm going to find us a house ...

... and I mean it would be perfect.

It's already perfect.

I have you.

Wherever we are
This is where I belong.

Are you sure, Mary?

Only if you are ready, my love.

I am free to write what I want.

Like a stream of light

Poured into a dark world.

Around me I see happiness,

cecause now i am
Know what it is to love ...

Its essence is freedom.

... and be loved.

It is similar not with obedience,
Envy and not fear.

It is there, the most pure,
Perfect without limitation.

... close around the dying girl.

Out and quickly they hurry and turn around

And dance through the dance.

They dance through a tired vortex.

Patience, patience, though
According to my heart broke.

God, there's no question

Of your body you loose free.

Heaven keep your soul forever!

Unnamed: I trust you enjoyed it
The last of the claret?

Would not it be wise?
To ask how the day went?

My publishers are stupid.

Do not let them upset you.

They're not worth it.

But their progress
Worth it, Mary.

My father cut me.

He says I've sinned

Because of the scandal that surrounds us.

So now you know.

It. Is it interesting?

No?

They do not care.
What else do you have?

Well, the "Eliade" of
It was converted in the original Greek.

father?

For weeks now.

You sell it?

Yes. There comes a time when we are all

You have to let things go
That we are dear.

It's your decision, Mary,
And you have to live with it.

He claims to love
Humanity, but abandoned his child.

I wish nothing more
You have to thrive.

But look at you.

So, do you want to sell it?

No.

Erasmus Darwin once wrote ...

Who is Erasmus Darwin?

Poet and doctor.

He once wrote that a man who never did
Tried an experiment in his life is stupid.

About my sister 's cat.

Oh my, no!

no no. I have marks
Claw to prove it.

What's going on?

I remembered unpaid debts.

I know how much you love science, Mary.

Watch it.

This is amazing.

And this is for you.

My.

You should not have
Money on dresses.

Do not be stupid, Mary, it's beautiful.

It's not all.

Tomorrow we will move to the new house
Our in Bloomsbury.

- The servants will meet us there.
Serving -.

Because how can we write
If we are forced to tend

To local mundanities

Such as shopping and cleaning.

You make everything seem possible.

- It's a step up from St. Pancras.
Welcome home, Mary.

Stop.

wait for me!

Come on.

A day dedicated to love and idleness

But despite my earthly paradise
I feel frustration born of guilt.

A constant whisper that I am not
Approaching the fulfillment of my dreams.

Forgive me,

You are my poet?

Yes. I am.

"Will you sign my notebook?"
- Of course.

Our friends will be very fanatic.

Name.

Well, have a good day.

I loved, I have news.

Oh, my Mary. Hey, baby.

What news!

- You are happy?
"Of course I'm happy."

Why? You do not?

I never had a mother.
What if I fail?

You think we can
Learn only by example?

What about pure instinct? On
Inherent in all of us?

And this, my dear, you have plenty.

- And our little girl.
Do you think this is a child?

It will be our wonder.

Unnamed: Ianthe, come here.

good girl.

Come on, we gotta go.

now.

Take me with you, please, take me.

Please, Mary, take me with you.

Take me with you.

There's someone in my room.

someone? you saw him?

Not they ...

No one, nothing.
That's one of your nightmares, Clare.

I'll sit with her.
No, no, I'll take her to bed.

you need to rest. Think about the baby.
Clare, come on.

she is sleeping. Finally.

And you should.

I love you, Mary.

Let me do that.

No idea.

I do not know if you are
Tell the truth or not.

I'm telling the truth.

Who pays for it?
I'm paying for it?

No.

You're gonna destroy me, Claire Claremont.
You're gonna destroy me.

"What's all this for?"
- Oh, there you are. Guess what.

Tonight we're having a meeting
A gala dinner.

Come here. Do not we deserve some fun?

My dear friend, Thomas Hogg, is here
In the city, and published his first book.

So I thought I'd throw it away
Party to celebrate.

How many guests do we expect tonight?

Maybe 10.

10 or 12?

12.

Has the publisher progressed?

I asked about my father's assets.

Percy, there's no way we can
Allow ourselves to return it back.

Come here. come.

I'm sorry it was not
It's a celebration, Mr. Hogg.

Looks like we even
More scandalous than we understood.

Do not bother yourself, Mary.

Mine and I have a history
Long courtship trouble.

We began to write a novel together
Back to Oxford but

Publishers considered it too subversive.

We had more success with mass
Which we wrote anonymously:

"The Need for Atheism."

- Because it was published?
- because it led to our expulsion from Oxford.

I'm beginning to suspect you have
A tendency to be anonymous.

What's the point of advertising if you do not have your name on it?
Why bother?

I guess you're also writing?

It's not like my parents.

Soon Mary will produce a job
Which will cost us all.

What do you think, Miss Claremont?

Do you write or do you have
Other tricks you make?

I have my own talents.

- Claire is a talented singer.
So she says.

I can still hear it.

Will you sing to us?

I'll sing, and if you happen to hear

I guess, it could not be helped.

She has such a spirit, I see
Why do you keep her?

??? sweet scented yard gave me a kiss.

??? And assured me rightly that I will be his.

??? But I do not believe
To him that it is too true.

Cou Couriers promise a lot
More than they do.

???? My thing is mine because I am
I'll keep it so ????? still

????? Other young lassies
Can do what they.

A man, Mr Hogg
He's here to see you.

Mr Hogg?

Thank you, Eliza.

Mine would be sorry he missed you.
Are you ready to wait?

I want it very much, Mary.

- Are you hungry?
- I'm fine thanks.

You write?

Ledgers. But it can
Being Latin too.

- Do you study in Latin?
"Yes, my father insisted on it."

Why are not you sitting?

I'm afraid my Latin is not
What I was when I was at Oxford.

If I may ...
Should you train Mary?

I'm not sure I was
Uses you a lot.

My mind is everywhere these days.

Maybe you should practice on me.

I can 't believe you got rid of you
The servant for that, mine.

who do you think You Are?

Mary?

What's wrong?
Is this the baby?

Clare, you can
Please leave us?

Hogg came to the house.

and then

- He did in advance, but I did not, I -
- So you do not obey?

of course not.
I never-

Mary. Hey.

I have no quarrel with you and
Thomas became lovers.

Is not that what we believe in?

Unconventional approaches to life?

After all, why should not we have such an arrangement?
I'm not your owner.

You are free to be with whom you want.

Oh, but I do not want to
Be with no one else.

Can not you believe that love is free?

- Yes. Free to be with one person ...
That's the poor logic, Mary.

Your choice does not mean anything to me.

What disappoints me is that you are
Do not even consider it.

Leads me to ask how much you are
Appreciate your beliefs

When you do not try to live them.

I believe, with all my heart,
There are all kinds of ways to live.

And I'm willing to fight for his right
Of each one to live accordingly.

But my truth is
That I have no one else.

Do you want to be with someone else?

I'm just suggesting that you do not offer me
The same freedoms I offer you.

you are a hypocrite.
Like your father.

And you're not close to the man I thought you were.

I wanted "with joy"
I took off my defenses

Forgetting the first lesson I taught:

Because I brought it into the world
This being abandoned.

That I am alone and irreversible.

Mary.

Have not you, Mary?

My hypocrisy strengthens me.

And so is my cloak of disappointment.

I'll tell Hoge not to call again.

I already told him in a fist.

You have to understand, Mary, that ...

Unnamed: ... Unnamed: I've always lived like this ...
Unnamed: Guilty.

And I thought it was something we both believed in.

A common ideal.

But did I really consider it, and I did
I allowed myself to understand what I was doing

I'll never give anything ...
Everything came between us.

I have a surprise for you.

We're going out.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Phantasmagoria. marked

Clare Claremont, yours truly.

It's Lord Byron.

Let's go talk to him.

Lord Byron!

The lord...

I can introduce you to the poet

My Percy is mine and an admirer
Great of your work.

I know Mr. Shelley.

I enjoyed the Queen Mab.

- Credit you.
- Thanks.

And now our last act,
Mr. Bryson the Glonizer.

Who among you wondered if the dead
Can you come back to life?

Thanks to scientific discovery, humanity
Is on the brink of death.

Through this frog and electric current

I'll see how muscular stimulation
Possible by means of electrical means.

Ladies and gentlemen, I can present
You have the galvanic process.

Is it really possible?
That the dead will return to life?

There is no possibility.

It brought you back to life.

Oh, Clara, you're so beautiful ... and small.

Have you ever seen such tiny hands?

She's so pretty.

Almost as beautiful as you, my love.

Mary, can I get you something?

I have everything I need.

And what a trio it was.

Yes, she agrees.

You agree?
We'll be trio.

You are going to be a wonder to our special wonder.
Yes.

I can hardly believe that one
Small can be responsible

For such joy.

All we need is that we are
Life is good, we'll be happy,

And do others?

??? over the far hills ....

she is sleeping.

We must leave immediately.

What do you mean?

What happened?

Creditors come.

- Percy. Clara is wrong.
- Mary, we do not have time to talk about it.

its raining outside.

We can not take it.
The doctor said she had to keep warm.

We have no choice.

Clare, are you ready?

Persian.

Eliza, do not tell them anything.

Clare.

Mary. come.

please.

We must go back to St. Pancras.

They will not find us there.

Mary!

Mary, please.

Now she needs shelter.

Mary...

It breaks my heart
To see you like that.

The doctor told you, Clara
There was not this world.

What about your books?

I mean there must be
Anything you want to read?

The books?

The books survived the creditors, did not they?

I miss her too, Mary.

In despair.

In despair. but I do not
Lose you too.

Leave me alone.

Ali Rose, when Howard died

Mixers for the bed of the beloved

And so thoughts
When you're gone

Love itself would be dormant

???? Tommy was the son of p piper

??? He learned to play when he was young.

???? the only melody
He can play.

Come to me in my dreams, in my love.

I will not ask expensive happiness.

I dreamed about her last night.

We set fire to the fireplace and the fire of fire
She put her back to life.

I did not see you
Smiling at me within weeks.

Oh, Clare.

"Did he invite you to Geneva?"
No, Mary. Lord Byron invited us.

- Us?
You, me and mine. All of us.

Do you think you're the only one
Who can attract a poet?

No, Claire. I'm actually aware
Your very capabilities.

But ... we have to go.

I'm pregnant.

Who is the father?

Mary. Mary, Byron's, of course.

I met him
Secretly for a long time now.

You do not see?

Geneva will give me a chance to talk
With him, far from London.

I mean you, of all people, need
To know that this city likes scandal.

Mine were invited to Geneva
By Lord Byron.

Lord Byron? Unnamed: Oh my word!

This is a non-opportunity
It seems plausible.

It can help us a lot.
Um ...

I'm not ready for that.

Mary.

Percy, I do not think I'm ready for that.
please.

- Not yet.
Oh, Mary, I miss her, too.

Oh, I wish I could save her.

I'm not asking you
Let go of her, Mary.

I just ask you to lift above the grief.

To raise her spirits
The great heights she deserves.

Thanks.

I was surprised to hear you stay here?

Most tourists come to peek around.

We got used to poking at ourselves.
I'm sure we'll succeed.

Mr.

It 's a pleasure to meet
Your introduction again.

I got Miss Clairmont's letter yesterday
And informed me of her impending arrival.

Sir, it's an honor. And I can view
Miss Mary Wollstonecret Godwin?

Miss Goodwin.

Forgive me but there is a hidden smile
Inside you, I see it.

And it's beautiful and cruel.

And I hope very soon
I can coax it out of you.

And here it is.

The lord.

Clare.

Clare, I have to remember next time
That remind you of travel plans

It is an invitation.

Sir, I apologize. I am
Afraid there was some confusion.

If our visit is a lamb,
We will ask for accommodation elsewhere.

Please do not worry about yourself.
You have to stay here as my guest.

Unnamed: Things have been getting here
It's damn boring here and me

Be grateful for the distraction.

In fact there is the Duke of Doldum
Himself, Doctor Polidori.

Come with me.

Doctor Fulidori, Miss Goodwin.

She does not smile.

Charmed, Miss Goodwin.

Do not embarrass the servants.

You're a Doctor of Science,
Doctor Polidori?

"I'm sorry, but I'm a doctor."
- Science fascinates Mary.

Why is it to be a disappointing doctor.
You save lives.

You bring babies into the world.

You help poets with
Their sleeping disorders.

Dr. Polidori wrote
His thesis on the subject.

And comfortably, I became stiff
Very much in his presence.

Unnamed: Well, I hope we can
Revive things for you a little, sir.

I'm sure you'll try, Miss Claremont.

You want to join me
In the lounge, Mr. Shelley?

of course.

Maybe you will be more comfortable to talk to

Claire and Doctor Polidori, my love.

Byron ...

I have to say, you
The design is interesting.

Byron likes to record the
"Great Ideas"

On pieces of paper and cultivate
Put them on the wall.

You should see it in the parlor.

Decorated with paper when we have
Girlfriend, or when he is aroused.

It's poetry, brother.

"On Death" by
Your unequal.

Third house!
He summoned the muse.

The world is the sister of
Everything we know

This world is the mother of
Everything we feel

And the coming of death is a terrible blow

The brain had no nerves of steel

Everything we know

Or feel or see

Will pass like an unreal mystery!

I found this article
Remember your interest in science.

Is it possible?
Reanimation?

That's the argument. Apply the principle
Galvanization on human corpses.

Every lady in the country knows this.

She walks in beauty like the night ...

Of Climes clouds
And the sky is strewn with stars

And all this is bright of dark and light

- What ?!
- Illuminated! Bright, bright, bright!

All this is best of dark and bright

Meet her eyes

It's soft

Your soft light is some kind of paradise
Denial today deny

I was sorry to hear about your baby.

Her name was Clara.

I do not mean to upset you.

No, you do not.

I thank you for talking about her.

This is unmistakable cruelty
The woman has to lose a child.

I saw it more
Sometimes I remember.

I admire you, Miss Goodwin

And your power to survive it.

drink up!

drink up. drink up.

Why not?
Why am I not sure?

It's called "The Nightmare -
The Incubus Curse.

The angel fell down because of grace
Insatiable desire.

You know the painter, do not you?

Henry Fosley.

He was my mother's first love.

She tried to commit suicide
In overdose of Lyudnum

When he left her for another woman.

I never appeased how
Someone as strong as my mother

He was so vulnerable when it came to love.

Love will find its way along the paths
Where wolves would look prey.

But if she does not
Impervious to heartbreak pain

What is our hope for all of us?

The great art of life is a feeling.

To feel that you exist, even in pain.

I mean, will not you die for love?

After all, what life if there is no love?

Nothing, according to the poets.

are you...

I always believed in a woman

You have to be smart enough to
Understand what I say but

Not intelligent enough to be
Able to create ideas or opinions of its own.

You, Miss Goodwin, I have
An opportunity to prove to me that I was wrong.

Playing our tune, mine.

Oh, that diabolical transgression.
I'm bored of it.

I can not write any more
One word of these songs.

It's been raining for weeks.

We're all going crazy.

No one can think of
Ways to pass the time?

Mary, please.
No, she's right.

listen.

There are witches in the wind.

I have an idea.

We, each and every one
From us, writing a story.

A ghost story.

This is a competition, of course.

Whoever wrote the story
The best will win.

Unnamed: Miss Clairmont ... Unnamed: ...

... Your job is to transcribe them.

How dare you?

Unnamed: What right do you have to treat me like that?
Your lover.

Clare ...

You 're not my lover.

You are tolerant.

Judgment in judgment.

A stupid little girl.

I'm sorry, I caused the scene?

Sir, I have a message
Urgent from London.

Clare!

Unnamed: Is everything okay, sir?

Clare.

Why, why should they
To be so mean?

Do not let such cruelty hurt you.

You are stronger than you are
Understand and you do not have to

Anything from them.

You do not need anything from them.

Thank you, Mary.

No!

I need to talk with you.
- No!

I can not see the world anymore
And his works as before

It seems to me.

But now misery comes home ...

And men look like me
Blood-thirsty monsters of each other.

And I, a miserable sight of
The devastated humanity ...

Pitiful to me
Others are intolerable.

Clare came up?

She sent a word. She
Feeling bad this morning.

Where is mine?

I assumed he was with you.

I think we found him.

Mr.

You look like you can
Do with breakfast.

am I?

How were the taverns?

disgusting.

I, ah, started my story.

I called it the vampire.

Very Good. Well we have
Our first story.

vampire.

I thought the challenge was - a ghost story?

Not childish superstitions.

You do not believe in vampires, Mr. Shelley?

Nothing more than I believe in doctors.

Percy, that's enough.

I thought you would know intimacy

The existence of night creatures
Taking advantage of the vulnerable.

? - Just slapped him.
Madam, you have sympathy.

There is no story from a polyhedral.
How disappointing.

What are we going to do to entertain ourselves now?

Well, I'm going to ride.

I need something thick between my legs.

what's wrong with you?

You think I'm an idiot.

Oh, you have no interest in Hog.
It's OK.

But the good doctor,

Oh yes, it's more to your liking, is not it?

Where have you been all night?

I do not need to justify it
Self to you or anyone!

"You have no idea what responsibility I'm carrying."
- What's the responsibility?

She drowned herself, Mary.

She threw herself in the water
The filthy in Battersea.

who will?

Harriet.

My wife.

It's time we left this place.

Clare?

He does not want me.

he said...

He said he would provide the
The baby but that's all.

It was such a mistake.
Mary.

Mistake.

I wanted to say goodbye

To thank you for
Your hospitality.

I know what you think of me

But I've never seen
Myself as one of fatherhood.

I have no illusions about your situation.

Clare, unfortunately ...

I never loved her.

I did not pretend either
That I love her.

I also do not believe she loved me.

But a man is a man,
And a girl is a girl.

And when the young girl gets to
The old man at all hours of the day ...

... There is only one way.

There is always another way.

And when we make such choices,
There are inevitable results.

Always see.

A safe ride, Mary.

I look forward to reading the
Your job one day.

Get rid of thoughts and words
Of other people, Mary.

Find your voice.

It was a gloomy night of November and ...

It was a gloomy November night

Because I put the achievements of my labors.

Remember I need you.

I need to be your person
But I'm the fallen angel

Which you drive from joy
For no misdeed.

Everywhere I see happiness ...

...from which...

... Ezz, from whom I am alone
Rejected irrevocably.

I was kind and kind

Make me happy.

And again I will be moral.

"But soon," he cried

"I die

And what I feel now
He no longer feels.

soon...

This burning suffering will be extinct.

I will mount my funeral pyre triumphantly

And are shocked by my agony
The dormant flames.

My spirit will sleep peacefully or if you think

He probably would not think so.

breakup."

The end.

Mary. Mary.

It's great.

It even exceeds what
That I believe you are capable of.

It has such great potential.

I only have one question.

Doctor, he gets the
All these parts of the body

And he sews them together to make
You are the most perfect creature

But when he brings it to life, actually
What he created is a kind of monster.

Yes.

Well, it can not be anything
More - something more hopeful?

Imagine if it can create
The perfect being. Um, angel.

Angel?!

Yes, and thus he can
Show what can be.

It creates a version of
Our selves shine brightly

Therefore, thus providing a message to mankind.

It is a message to humanity.

Well, I mean message
Of hope and perfection.

What were you - what we were
Know about hope and perfection?

Look around you.

Look at the mess we did.

look at me.

It makes sense that way.

- I'll take it to my publisher and convince ...
No, I'll go alone.

Are you a few years old, Miss Goodwin?

I'm 18 years old.

It's really pretty young.

If I am old enough to have children,
I'm old enough to put a pen on paper.

An intriguing subject for the lady
Young, would not you say?

Unnamed: And when the young lady
Just happens to be his wife, uh ...

My friend's companion ...

Do you claim that the work
Belongs to Mr. Shelley?

Well, maybe there are some other reporters
Your because i can compare it?

That's my story.

Did you ask this about my Mr.
When he first introduced his work to you?

Or you keep the insult
That toward young women?

And you dare to ask the ability of
Woman to experience loss, death ...

...betrayal.

All this is in this story.
In my story.

If you could see if you were
Employ the time to judge the work

Instead of judging me.

Unnamed: Did you finish it?

Yes.

It cooled me to the bone.

It is good to enjoy a story
A ghost here and there.

We both know it's not a ghost story.

I've never read a perfect encapsulation
That of what she feels abandoned.

I fell in the rage of your monster.

I was disappointed in his revenge.

Because it was mine.

I wonder...

Some souls will identify with
The torment of your creature?

More than that, I suppose.

It was time I went home.

You must publish the
Your story, Mary.

Dear Madam, Thank you for sending
We have your manuscript,

"Frankenstein or Modern Prometheus".

Unfortunately, it is not
A piece that interests us.

To inform you that we will not publish
Your manuscript.

Our taste in judicial rebellions

This topic is not to the taste of
Our readers are told female.

In fact, it hardly seems to us
A suitable subject for a young lady

We do not deny that work has a right,
But we are cautious in our conduct.

The truth is that you have no place
Others go with your story.

Lackington Group will post it.
500 copies will be printed.

It will be published anonymously,
Provided you write the introduction.

Well, of course.
I will have pleasure.

So everyone will think you wrote it.

Provided it's posted, what does it matter?

What does it matter?

Unnamed: How could that be
You still do not understand?

You want me to leave my claim
Because my sex might spoil her success.

"I never said that."
- You do not need.

You do not ever think about
The consequences of your actions!

You are not responsible
Less than our lives.

Me, I'm not the great architect
Of our suffering, Mary.

You are responsible.

I am responsible for
Ever believe in you!

...Thanks.

color!

- you look...
"Like I've seen better days?"

Mr. Goodwin said the same thing.

Did you see my father?

Yes.
His shop cuts me off.

You're done.

not exactly.

Lord Byron!

I almost forgot it up

Byron's publisher managed somehow
Grab it and print it like his.

I tried to load the
My rights as the real writer

But in response I was called
Only plagiarism.

I'll write to Byron and turn
Tell him the truth.

He had already tried.
He loathes the story.

The public has no real interest.

What about your mysterious masterpiece?

Your absence was remarkable.

It's ironic, is not it?

I write a story that relishes
Byron, the crazy blood of the souls

And he gets all the credit.

While you were writing about a single abandoned creature.

Abandoned by a narcissist
Irresponsible and she -

Mine gets all the credit.

However, greetings.

Mine must be pleased.

I had not seen mine for a few months.

This is for you.

We created monsters, Mary.

But let's not let
Them devour us.

Gentlemen, welcome. thank you for coming.

We are here to celebrate the success of
'Frankenstein; Or the modern Prometheus. "

It's an amazing story claiming,
As it does, the ...

Absolute human necessity for the relationship.

Once the creation of a doctor was created
Frankenstein's eyes

He is looking for his creative touch.
But he flinched in terror

Leaving the first creature of
Many experiences of neglect

And isolation.

And if only Frankenstein was
Can give to his creation

A compassionate touch.
Good word.

What tragedy would have been avoided.

But that's to the credit of the writer
That these thoughts are

Which continue to run through the brain
Our long after we

Became the last page of this book

Which I know you all agree
Is one of the most complete and

Definitely one of the original publications
Most of our age.

as...

Thanks.

Thanks.

I know many of you wonder who can
Was to write this terrible story

And why it was published anonymously.

I see some of you are suggesting
That work belongs to me.

Indeed, it could be said that work is not
Will exist even without my contribution.

But my dress

The only argument I have in this work

Inspires the desperate loneliness
Which defines Frankenstein's creation.

Author of Frankenstein; or
"Prometheus modern," of course

Mary Wollstonecraft Goodwin.

It is a creation of a single genius and it is
Grateful to anyone in her work.

Persian.

Mary.

I really thought she would leave forever.

I never promised you a life without suffering

But I did not appreciate it properly
The depth of despair

And the weight of remorse
That we have to suffer.

I lost everything to be with you, Percy.

He always went out to create something wonderful

something beautiful.

But something volatile was flowing inside us.

to look...

The monster is galvanized

But if I had not learned to fight the pain

I would not find that voice again.

My choices made me who I am.

And I do not regret anything.

They were soon forgotten by the waves

And lost in the dark and in the distance.

Good end all good ?