Terence Davies appreciation: One of Britain's greatest directors Los Angeles Times

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• This is what Billie Eilish talks about when she’s not promoting ‘Barbie, Barbie, Barbie’
• A love letter to LACMA’s entrance plaza
• Appreciation: Terence Davies, a master filmmaker, brought quiet passion and lyrical beauty to the screen
• Time Out with musician and architecture blogger Moby
• Watch the Petersen Museum's massive renovation in this time-lapse video

She wanted to get away from herself,and conversation was the only means of escape that she knew. In her little set Mr.Rosedale had been pronounced “impossible,” and Jack Stepney roundlysnubbed for his attempt to pay his debts in dinner invitations. Jack gaveup the contest with a laughing “You’ll see,” and, sticking manfully tohis guns, showed himself with Rosedale at the fashionable restaurants, incompany with the personally vivid if socially obscure ladies who areavailable for such purposes. But the attempt had hitherto been vain, andas Rosedale undoubtedly paid for the dinners, the laugh remained with hisdebtor.

This is what Billie Eilish talks about when she’s not promoting ‘Barbie, Barbie, Barbie’

Something in his promptacquiescence frightened her; she felt behind it the stored force of apatience that might subdue the strongest will. But at least they hadparted amicably, and he was out of the house without meetingSelden—Selden, whose continued absence now smote her with a new alarm.Rosedale had remained over an hour, and she understood that it was nowtoo late to hope for Selden. He would write explaining his absence, ofcourse; there would be a note from him by the late post. But herconfession would have to be postponed; and the chill of the delay settledheavily on her fagged spirit. She sat up, bewildered by the strangeness of her surroundings; thenmemory returned, and she looked about her with a shiver.

A love letter to LACMA’s entrance plaza

To Mr. Dorset,however, his wife’s attitude was a subject of such evident concern that,when he was not scraping the sauce from his fish, or scooping the moistbread-crumbs from the interior of his roll, he sat straining his thinneck for a glimpse of her between the lights. Perhaps it was not, Lily reflected; but it should be soon, unless she hadlost her cunning. If Selden had come at Mrs. Dorset’s call, it was at herown that he would stay. Lily tossed aside the note and subsided on her pillows with a sigh. ItWAS a bore to be down by ten—an hour regarded at Bellomont as vaguelysynchronous with sunrise—and she knew too well the nature of thetiresome things in question. Miss Pragg, the secretary, had been calledaway, and there would be notes and dinner-cards to write, lost addressesto hunt up, and other social drudgery to perform.

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With the clearing of hervision the sweep of peril had extended, and she saw that the post ofdanger was no longer at Dorset’s side. ” She hesitated, feeling at once how little even this necessityaccounted for the fatal lapse of hours. He received this with a laugh like the whirring sound in a disabledclock. Her two months on the Sabrina had been especially calculated to aid thisillusion of distance.

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From beneath its luggage-laden top, she caught the wave of a signallinghand; and the next moment Mrs. Fisher, springing to the street, hadfolded her in a demonstrative embrace. Grace, in reply, wept and wondered at the request, bemoaned theinexorableness of the law, and was astonished that Lily had not realizedthe exact similarity of their positions. Did she think that only thepayment of the legacies had been delayed? Why, Miss Stepney herself hadnot received a penny of her inheritance, and was paying rent—yes,actually!

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“He didn’t even wire me—he justhappened to find the trap at the station. Perhaps it’s not over withBertha after all,” Mrs. Trenor musingly concluded; and went away toarrange her dinner-cards accordingly. Puzzledby the sudden change in her tone, he mechanically gathered a handful ofwood from the basket and tossed it on the fire. As he did so, he noticedhow thin her hands looked against the rising light of the flames. When she rose he fancied that he saw her draw something fromher dress and drop it into the fire; but he hardly noticed the gesture atthe time.

It was well enough to “manage” whenby so doing one could keep one’s own carriage; but when one’s bestcontrivance did not conceal the fact that one had to go on foot, theeffort was no longer worth making. The two women looked up in surprise; though it was a Saturday, the sightof Mr. Bart at luncheon was an unwonted one. But neither his wife nor hisdaughter was sufficiently interested to ask an explanation. It was not that Miss Bart was afraid of losing her newly-acquired holdover Mr. Gryce. Mrs. Dorset might startle or dazzle him, but she hadneither the skill nor the patience to effect his capture.

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It was the first time since her return from Europe that Lily had foundherself in a congenial atmosphere, and the stirring of familiarassociations had almost prepared her, as she descended the stairs beforedinner, to enter upon a group of her old acquaintances. Her heart was beating all over her body—in her throat,her limbs, her helpless useless hands. Her eyes travelled despairinglyabout the room—they lit on the bell, and she remembered that help was incall. It was enough that the servants knew her tobe in the house with Trenor—there must be nothing to excite conjecturein her way of leaving it. In town she returned to preoccupations which, for the moment, had thehappy effect of banishing troublesome thoughts.

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While he spoke she had moved slowly to the middle of the room, and pausednear his writing-table, where the lamp, striking upward, cast exaggeratedshadows on the pallor of her delicately-hollowed face. At five o’clock she rose, unlocked her trunk, and took out a sealedpacket which she slipped into the bosom of her dress. Even the contactwith the packet did not shake her nerves as she had half-expected itwould. She seemed encased in a strong armour of indifference, as thoughthe vigorous exertion of her will had finally benumbed her finersensibilities.

“Well, I’ve seen a good deal less of you since we’ve got to be such palsthan I used to when you were Judy’s friend,” he continued withunconscious penetration. Not wishing to be the means of effecting this enlargement, Lily quicklytransferred her glance to Trenor, to whom the expression of her gratitudeseemed not to have brought the complete gratification she had meant it togive. She doubted Mrs. Van Osburgh’s reluctance, but was aware ofMiss Farish’s habit of ascribing her own delicacies of feeling to thepersons least likely to be encumbered by them.

She had shown her artistic intelligence in selecting a type so likeher own that she could embody the person represented without ceasing tobe herself. It was as though she had stepped, not out of, but into,Reynolds’s canvas, banishing the phantom of his dead beauty by the beamsof her living grace. The impulse to show herself in a splendidsetting—she had thought for a moment of representing Tiepolo’sCleopatra—had yielded to the truer instinct of trusting to herunassisted beauty, and she had purposely chosen a picture withoutdistracting accessories of dress or surroundings. Her pale draperies,and the background of foliage against which she stood, served only torelieve the long dryad-like curves that swept upward from her poised footto her lifted arm. The noble buoyancy of her attitude, its suggestion ofsoaring grace, revealed the touch of poetry in her beauty that Seldenalways felt in her presence, yet lost the sense of when he was not withher.

It is well known that Bertha is bored with her husband and seeks attention and love outside the confines of marriage. At Bellomont Bertha continues to pursue Selden in an attempt to rekindle the flame of an adulterous affair they have been carrying on but with which he has become disenamored. As Book I ends, she invites Lily to accompany her on a Mediterranean cruise to distract her husband so she can carry on an affair with Ned Silverton. Bertha understands, as a married woman, she must keep up appearances and ruthlessly impugns Lily's reputation to mask her own adultery.

“The Trenors are my best friends—I think we should all go a long way tosee each other,” she said, absorbing herself in the preparation of freshtea. Instead, she approached her desk, and lighting a taper, tied and sealedthe packet; then she opened the wardrobe, drew out a despatch-box, anddeposited the letters within it. As she did so, it struck her with aflash of irony that she was indebted to Gus Trenor for the means ofbuying them.