Crimson Peak2015

Thomas Sharpe:
There is nothing to hold us in America.

Edith Cushing:
I see.

Thomas Sharpe:
Your novel. I read the new chapters and having delivered it in the morning. Will you still like to know my thoughts?

Edith Cushing:
If we must.

Thomas Sharpe:
It's absurdly sentimental. The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. You clearly have not lived it at all. In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell.

Edith Cushing:
That's enough!

Thomas Sharpe:
You insist on describing the torments of love when you clearly know NOTHING about them. I'M NOT DONE YET! What do you dream on? A kind man?A pure soul to be redeemed? Affection? Affection has no place in love, Edith. I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies, the sooner the better. You know precious little about the human heart or love or the pain that comes with. You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD!