Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c./dietre a.
Hugh wouldn't have been particularly offended. Thoughts and feelings were things provided by directors and actors after all, and that was part of the point of it, why theatre and why film in the first place. Not that scripts didn't have their own beauty and someone couldn't begin to fill those things in, but still the point of a play in Hugh's opinion was to be performed. "I've done Shakespeare before, and it's always - I mean, there's something about something so old and yet still emotionally relevant, you know? My first professional gig was a Shakespeare production."
Hugh sat the mostly empty mug down on the nearby table and nodded. He listened to a lot of music, and in their own way lyrics were poetry he thought, but it was different from actual poems which he hadn't spent a lot of time with - outside of Shakespeare sonnets, he guessed, and what he'd had to read in high school, but he kept running into friends that were readers, between Hannah and Theodore and Atticus and he had begun doing more reading of recent.
"What sort of novels do you like?" Hugh asked. "I'm trying to figure out what movies we should start with," he grinned quick. "Like what was the last one that you read?"