So last night was the premiere of this season's Masterpiece Theatre.
If I had cable or satellite, chances are I wouldn't have watched it. So glad I did.
Jane Eyre. Need I say more.
Amazing how much sexual tension can be captured in an old Victorian tale - without so much as a kiss, a bare arm or leg (though some cleavage). Along with a bed in flames, a dog named Pilot, and a mad woman who seriously injures a man with her teeth.
Rather juicy, really.
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