That’s the first question raised by the opening sounds of Polly Teale’s dramatisation of Charlotte Bronte’s novel, introduced here with a woman’s panting so possessed with rhythmic abandon one can all but see the bosoms heaving.
Passion or panic attack?
That’s the first question raised by the opening sounds of Polly Teale’s dramatisation of Charlotte Bronte’s novel, introduced here with a woman’s panting so possessed with rhythmic abandon one can all but see the bosoms heaving.