The finish line is in sight. Eight more performances and Mr A will
have fulfilled his contract with the Old Vic leave John Proctor behind. Well, according to his own insights into his work processes he won’t be able to just leave him in the Old Vic dressing room but take a part of him away. I think we probably all will. With the intense reporting especially via Social Media this summer, we have had an extraordinary amount of RA news coming our way. That is going to change drastically, soon. Maybe I should space out my posts in order to transition nicely into the upcoming times of news drought until the Hobbit promo gets going? No, I want to celebrate the end of the play’s run with daily posts before it is all over. A post a day keeps the blues away. Since I am under a bit of pressure today, I’ll launch the Crucible Farewell Week with a RAPS post.
Kathy Jones, poetess extraordinaire, has been one of my most generous supporters of the shrine project. She came on board early on and sent me a large parcel of all kinds of goodies (including M&Ms :-D) for crafting with. She was adamant that she wanted to back my fandom love mission and went so far as asking for a wish-list of stuff that I might need. I ummed and awwed – it just felt wrong to me to make any kind of demand. But Kathy is a veritable terrier. She insisted I let her know what she could do to help me, and I faltered under the pressure :-D. (Remember kids, no cyber-bullying. Daddy has told us to be nice to each other!) I made a Porter RAPS for her way back in May, and I promised her then to make another one which she wanted to gift to her daughter.
It wasn’t until August that I finally got my act together. Shame on me.
I always seem to need pressure to get my ass into gear. And the pressure came with her announcement that she would travel to London for The Crucible and my subsequent decision to meet her there. (More about that in a later post, hopefully tomorrow.) Kathy had dropped a few hints about the desired theme of the RAPS. Her daughter is a particular fan of Pride and Prejudice but also likes the look of Mr A. A challenge if there ever was one…
So no hot wet Firth-in-shirt, of course. “CFPS” just has not got the same ring to it as RAPS… But where there is a will there is a way…
In the absence of wet Thornton imagery, a cravat-less shot had to do. Here is Mr Darcy-Thornton, trudging through the pretty wilderness around his modest little country estate, Pemberley. Has he just spotted Ms Bennett in the shrubbery?
It seems so. Look at the love in his eyes… The little piece of paper under the heart on the left quotes the world’s most famous opening line from a book: It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. It can be rolled up into a little scroll to fit back into the shrine.
A NS/PP crossover. A true work of fan fiction, don’t you think? I daresay that RA would have made a swoon-worthy, panty-melting Darcy himself. Reading PP will never be the same again. The tall dark handsomeness of Mr A and the haughty passion of Mr Darcy… *thud*. Thanks for that piece of inspiration, Kathy! And for everything else you have done for me. It was wonderful meeting you last week – I wish we had had more time. You are another angel!