:... A Note On Locale ...:
 

Not Berlin, it goes without saying. Eleanore Tovoinen... Toivonen, the name's Finnish, she's Finnish, she married a Fin for a reason. So when she goes home, she goes back to Helsinki, not to Berlin. ... And in my notebook, it seems to have struck me as utterly vital that Eleanore and Serafeim meet in passing once before his fall. Perhaps at the monastery in Kirkas, perhaps years ago. For some reason, it was utterly vital that she know the prior from the early days. And at the moment, I don't precisely recall why. Scribbled paragraphs in the midst of calculus classes tend to make very little sense, but I do get the drift that I wanted to highlight the separation of S.' and E.'s spheres, a separation which grows less and less defined as time wears on. More to the point: I want to emphasize the point that she is the only woman he has ever felt something for, the perfect representation of "woman" in his mind. Not only is she its epitome, she is the only one he sees - on a practical level as much as on a symbolic one.
 

We have a new one, notably; one revolving around sin. Naturally, they won't go in order, but if we can get our frail angel to make it through all ten of them - even slightly goofy #one and #three - that would be just precious.

 

. . .

:... Sin Is Whatever Obscures The Soul #1: Adultery ...:

Eleanore is married when they go to bed in Dubrovnik. When S. comes to see her in Helsinki -
finds her clutching the doorway, a bruise over one eye and cheek, fallow eyes with a sudden glimmer
of recognition - she is wearing a ring. And later: "So when did this happen?" Years ago. Years and years
and years ago. A tic of the eyelid, tear-lined: "Are you telling me I'm an adulterer?" In the white house, she is
begging for forgiveness but he is too far out of tears. For the priest to hear the confession of his lover,
for the demon to glean the blessings of a saint? She is crying. He isn't. He's trying to get out, drained,
agitated, all eaten-up. From room to room they go, and he's insistent, gesturing, saying,
No. No, I won't hear it. I don't want to hear it.

. . .

:... Some Cast To Date ...:


:... Serafeim Křehký ...:
(the angel)


:.. Eleanore Toivonen ...:
(the woman)


:... Miroslav Satan ...:
(the sinner)



:.. Rolf Toivonen ...:
(the bastard)


:.. Francesco Venanzi ...:
(the preferito)

:.. Mikael Vanhanen ...:
(the prior)

:... Constantine Burakgazi ...:
(the holy man)
. . .

Excerpts to follow.

[I didn't even try this, but I love that Eleanore is the only bit of color in the world.]