#myfairlady

Netflix is currently airing a documentary simply called "Audrey". It's about the beautiful and elegant Audrey Hepburn with many, many wonderful clips and interviews with the star along with interviews with family and friends who knew her well.

Audrey lived an extremely tragic and difficult childhood, yet she possessed astonishing strength, love, and compassion along with a charisma gifted very few.

I would LOVE to see Caitríona Balfe play the lead role in the Audrey Hepburn Story.

Audrey left an enduring legacy. An accomplished ballerina and the darling of designers such as Hubert de Givency, her real stardom began with her roles in the movie films. Miss Audrey Hepburn enjoyed huge fame for her starring roles in many wonderful films including Breakfast at Tiffany's, Sabrina, Wait Until Dark, My Fair Lady, Roman Holiday, and Funny Face.

Her final legacy was a heartfelt commitment to UNICEF. Her sincere and loving care for children of the world included visiting third world countries time and again most affected by starvation and unsanitary conditions. She related emotionally because of her own childhood.

Loverly

All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air. With one enormous chair – Oh! wouldn’t it be loverely. Lots of chocolate for me to eat. Lots of coal makin’ lots of ‘eat warm ‘ands, warm face, warm feet Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly.

Molly cast another quick glance at the sleeping man near her, pausing a moment to make sure that he was only readjusting in his sleep and wouldn’t waken.

With his prompting of music and her answer of musicals, the inevitable outcome of her favorite show tune winding its way in her head occurred. The simple tune with its simple desires reached her heart in a new way as she sat huddled at the mouth of the cave; cold, despite the season, and hungry.

Oh, so loverly sittin’ absobluminlutely still I would never budge still Spring, crept over me windowsill someone’s head restin’ on my knee warm and tender as ‘e can be who takes good care of me oh, wouldn’t it be loverly loverly loverly

Unbidden, his final remark before they had quit all chatter for the night presented itself for her analyzing. Her first impulse was to push it aside, as she had always done when it came to him. What he was suggesting had the implications of a union; she doubted he would take her on indefinitely without expectation of some reward.

As she kept doing that night, she once more looked over her shoulder. He was still mostly indiscernible, though his feet poked out from the shade. Survival had only ever been her aim, she thought to herself, staring at his feet. There had been no room for fanciful notions of finding someone to take care of her; of finding an existence that didn’t rely on fear.

All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air.

She sang slowly, contemplatively. She realized that she wanted to live again — but what if she was too scared to take the leap?

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Ragnar lay awake. His mind was too full of impossible thoughts, theories, and questions to succumb willingly to the sleep that was continually encroaching. The night held a chill to it which he felt even under his leather armor he had placed upon himself as a make-shift cover. He knew Molly was using a small variety of the clothes she’d taken from the croft as a shawl. He could just make out her huddled form by the entrance, her side leaning up against the wall. He could not help thinking how much warmer they would both be if they were to lie in the other’s arms.

As often as his mind turned towards her words of the future, he could not help every so often conjuring up the image of her smile as she finally forgave him. He had meant what he said – his warning to her to not smile like that while standing near any boats. His resolve would give way immediately.

Ragnar’s thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a low, melodious sound coming from the mouth of the cave. Straining his ears, he realized that it was Molly; that she was singing. A small, indulged smirk played with his features as he listened, moving his hands to rest beneath his head.

The singing stopped, and he too froze waiting to be scolded for being awake. But no retribution came, and after a short pause, the singing continued, quieter this time. Ragnar let out a breath and did his best to remain still.