A Bodice Ripper

from the old school. Many love this, but for me it is just too much. Jean Simmons has always been a favorite of mine, but this thing creaks more than the floor of the old crumbling mance Silas calls home. Le Fanu was quite the stylist in his day, but sorry Gothic ghouls of the 21st century, this one left me shivering out in the cold and wanting a quick passage to a warmer tomb.

Let it be unsaid: insignificance is the locus of true increpation.