We first read Marianâs account of Count Fosco, where she waxes poetic about how striking his eyes are, how captivating his manners are, how he can command a room so effortlessly, and how he makes her flush whenever he treats her like and equal (when most men do not).
She talks about how she doesnât know what to make of him, how she can sense thereâs something else going on, that his allure might be a lie, but in one way or another, she can not stop thinking about him and it makes her so beautifully frustrated.
So the reader is left with this very memorable, larger than life impression of this strange nobleman as something almost inhuman, you wonder how somebody like this could even exist.
And then you read the other accounts and theyâre like âyeah heâs this weird old fat guy, foreigners amiriteâ
Mariam was SO down bad and you donât appreciate it until the end lol




















