Ah yes... Gustave, the Elephant in the Room :-( (Sorry, rather a sore point during the writing of the plot...)
Poor Raoul. I'm afraid I had to get him pretty drunk (although not as much as you might assume: the collapse is at least 50% due to reaction after emotional overload on top of alcoholic intake) in order to ensure that "Why Does She Love Me?" comes early enough to do some good; the barriers aren't likely to come down that far again.
(Though it dawned on me while working on the Epilogue that I've actually tended to write the Raoul of this story as an Edwardian gentleman of my own English stamp, which of course he's not; ironic, after writing him so French in my previous story that I had to revise quite a lot of my wording because it was being assigned to bad grammar rather than deliberate back-translation from the foreign idiom...)
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Date: 2013-08-13 11:20 pm (UTC)(Sorry, rather a sore point during the writing of the plot...)
Poor Raoul. I'm afraid I had to get him pretty drunk (although not as much as you might assume: the collapse is at least 50% due to reaction after emotional overload on top of alcoholic intake) in order to ensure that "Why Does She Love Me?" comes early enough to do some good; the barriers aren't likely to come down that far again.
(Though it dawned on me while working on the Epilogue that I've actually tended to write the Raoul of this story as an Edwardian gentleman of my own English stamp, which of course he's not; ironic, after writing him so French in my previous story that I had to revise quite a lot of my wording because it was being assigned to bad grammar rather than deliberate back-translation from the foreign idiom...)