Cora's dazed stare followed them to earth and returned to Bradly, still unable to visualize him as a pauper. Bradly, having done with pretences and illusions, now dispiritedly accepted the inevitable.
[…] Amy smiled without bitterness, for she possessed a happy temper and hopeful spirit.
Another reason was the apparently inspired pairing of screenwriter Dennis Potter and director Nicolas Roeg, two dark poets of psychic subtexts and achronological memory flashes.
They were nearly all whalemen; chief mates, and second mates, and third mates, and sea carpenters, and sea coopers, and sea blacksmiths, and harpooneers, and ship keepers; a brown and brawny company, with bosky beards; an unshorn, shaggy set, all wearing monkey jackets for morning gowns.
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