dhufflebee: peremadeleine: The whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a
dhufflebee: peremadeleine: The whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a vision. It was joy, splendor, riches, happiness, which appeared in a sort of chimerical halo to that unhappy little being so profoundly engulfed in gloomy and chilly misery. With sad and innocent sagacity of childhood, Cosette measured the abyss that separated her from that doll. She said to herself that one must be a queen, or at least a princess, to have a “thing” like that. She gazed at that beautiful pink dress, that beautiful smooth hair, and she thought, “How happy that doll must be!” #it’s a shame this costume is barely visible when she wears it in the movie #bc I love the idea of adult Cosette dressing like her beloved doll #symbolic of how far she’s come: she’s crossed that ‘abyss’ and has realized the ‘vision’ #beautiful dress; smooth hair; loving father - how happy that doll must be! #cries about it (via) -- source link