#darry cowl

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Claudia Cardinale and French actor Darry Cowl on set of The Lions Are Loose, 1961

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The human mind is like an umbrella: it is most useful when it is open...!!

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L'esprit humain est comme un parapluie : il marche mieux lorsqu'il est ouvert.

Darry Cowl

[alexlacquemanne]

Mai MMXXIII

Films

Quand la Panthère rose s'emmêle (The Pink Panther Strikes Again) (1976) de Blake Edwards avec Peter Sellers, Herbert Lom, Leonard Rossiter, Colin Blakely, Lesley-Anne Down, André Maranne, Michael Robbins et Burt Kwouk

Le Dimanche de la vie (1967) de Jean Herman avec Danielle Darrieux, Jean-Pierre Moulin, Olivier Hussenot, Françoise Arnoul, Berthe Bovy, Anne Doat, Hubert Deschamps et Jean Rochefort

Romance inachevée (The Glenn Miller Story) (1954) de Anthony Mann avec James Stewart, June Allyson, Henry Morgan, Charles Drake, George Tobias et Barton MacLane

La Canonnière du Yang-Tsé (The Sand Pebbles) (1966) de Robert Wise avec Steve McQueen, Richard Attenborough, Richard Crenna, Candice Bergen, Marayat Andriane et Makoto Iwamatsu

Deux Heures moins le quart avant Jésus-Christ (1982) de Jean Yanne avec Coluche, Michel Serrault, Jean Yanne, Michel Auclair, Françoise Fabian, Mimi Coutelier et Darry Cowl

Le Dernier Voyage (2020) de Romain Quirot avec Hugo Becker, Paul Hamy, Lya Oussadit-Lessert, Jean Reno, Bruno Lochet et Émilie Gavois-Kahn

Le Dernier Métro (1980) de François Truffaut avec Catherine Deneuve, Gérard Depardieu, Heinz Bennent, Jean Poiret, Andréa Ferréol, Paulette Dubost, Jean-Louis Richard et Maurice Risch

Les cadavres ne portent pas de costard (Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid) (1982) de Carl Reiner avec Steve Martin, Rachel Ward, Carl Reiner, Reni Santoni, George Gaynes, Barbara Stanwyck, Ava Gardner, Burt Lancaster, Humphrey Bogart, Cary Grant et Ingrid Bergman

Docteur Folamour ou : comment j'ai appris à ne plus m'en faire et à aimer la bombe (Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb) (1964) de Stanley Kubrick avec Peter Sellers, George C. Scott, Sterling Hayden, Keenan Wynn, Slim Pickens, Peter Bull et Tracy Reed

Un homme est passé (Bad Day at Black Rock) (1955) de John Sturges avec Spencer Tracy, Robert Ryan, Anne Francis, Dean Jagger, Walter Brennan, John Ericson, Ernest Borgnine et Lee Marvin

Le Monde, la Chair et le Diable (The World, The Flesh and the Devil) (1959) de MacDougall avec Harry Belafonte, Inger Stevens et Mel Ferrer

La Belle Saison (2015) de Catherine Corsini avec Izïa Higelin, Cécile de France, Noémie Lvovsky, Kévin Azaïs, Lætitia Dosch et Benjamin Bellecour

Le Grand Embouteillage (L'ingorgo) (1979) de Luigi Comencini avec Annie Girardot, Fernando Rey, Miou-Miou, Gérard Depardieu, Ugo Tognazzi, Marcello Mastroianni, Stefania Sandrelli, Alberto Sordi, Orazio Orlando, Gianni Cavina, Harry Baer et Ángela Molina

Ariane (Love in the Afternoon) (1957) de Billy Wilder avec Gary Cooper, Audrey Hepburn, Maurice Chevalier, Van Doude, John McGiver et Lise Bourdin

Voici le temps des assassins (1956) de Julien Duvivier avec Jean Gabin, Danièle Delorme, Gérard Blain, Lucienne Bogaert, Germaine Kerjean, Gabrielle Fontan et Jean-Paul Roussillon

Séries

Castle Saison 1, 2

Des fleurs pour ta tombe - Jeunes Filles au père - Amis à la vie, à la mort - Sexe, Scandale et Politique - Calcul glacial - La Piste du vaudou - Crimes dans la haute - Mémoires d’outre-tombe - Où est Angela ? - Double face - La Mort à crédit - Quitte ou Double - L'Enfer de la mode - L'Escroc au cœur tendre - L'auteur qui m'aimait - Pour l'amour du sang - Dernières paroles

Coffre à Catch

#113 : Unforgiven 2008 : Matt Hardy will not die ! - #114 : Matt Hardy champion, les débuts de Jack Swagger ! - #115 : La ECW, c'est bien, mais avec Vianney c'est mieux ! - #116 : Maryse : Pourquoi es-tu si belle? - # 117 : All Star Main Event + Gérard Lenorman !

James May : Notre Homme au Japon

Allez ! - Chou farci - Déodorant - Salut Bim ! - Le garçon de la pêche - Prune salée

Friends Saison 8

Celui qui venait de dire oui - Celui qui avait un sweat rouge - Celui qui découvrait sa paternité - Celui qui avait une vidéo - Celui qui draguait Rachel - Celui qui perturbait Halloween - Celui qui voulait garder Rachel - Celui qui engageait une strip-teaseuse - Celui qui avait fait courir la rumeur - Celui qui défendait sa sœur - Celui qui ne voulait pas aller plus loin - Celui qui passait une soirée avec Rachel - Celui qui découvrait les joies du bain - Celui qui découvrait le placard secret - Celui qui visionnait la vidéo de l'accouchement - Celui qui avouait tout à Rachel - Celui qui voyait dans les feuilles de thé - Celui qui était trop positif

Inspecteur Barnaby Saison 8

Un cri dans la nuit - Les Régates de la vengeance - Requiem pour une orchidée - Pari mortel - Double vue - Le Saut de la délivrance - L'assassin est un fin gourmet - Rhapsodie macabre

L'agence tous risques Saison 4, 5

Qui est qui ? - Cowboy George - La roue de la fortune - Services en tous genres - Club privé - Harry a des ennuis - Un monde de fou - La mission de la paix - Les orages du souvenir - Un témoin capital : 1re partie - Condamnation : 2e partie - Exécution : 3e partie - Match au sommet - Théorie de la révolution - Mort sur ordonnance - Une vieille amitié

Columbo Saison 2

Rançon pour un homme mort - Requiem pour une star

Les Petits Meurtres d'Agatha Christie Saison 3

Jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare - Meurtres du troisième type

Affaires Sensibles

Algues vertes : le danger qui empoisonne la Bretagne - James Jesus Angleton : paranoïa à la CIA - THE GRIM SLEEPER : Le faucheur en embuscade 1985-2007 - La création du festival de Cannes - 2000, les Jeux paralympiques de Sydney : la fraude des basketteurs espagnols

Bardot

Une enfant sage - B.B - La Madrague - Le papillon - Bébé - La vérité

Les Enquêtes de Morse saison 9

Mascarade - Prélude - Sorties de scène

James May's Cars of the People Saison 1, 2

Transports et totalitarisme - Rien n'arrête les nouilles - Les voitures qui nous ont toujours fait rêver - La puissance de la vapeur - 4x4 - Boom (et effondrement) d'après-guerre

The Grand Tour Saison 4, 3, 1, 2

The Grand Tour présente… Seamen - The Grand Tour présente… La Chasse au trésor - Eaux salées et eaux douces - The Grand Tour: A Scandi Flick - Virée à l’Italienne - Spéciale Colombie : Première partie - Spéciale Colombie ; Deuxième partie - Oh, Canada - Coup de vieux

Livres

Orage de chaleur de Richard Castle

Cinq Gars pour Singapour de Jean Bruce

Lucky Luke, tome 27 : Le 20ème de cavalerie de Morris et René Goscinny

Garôden de Jirô Taniguchi et Baku Yumemakura

Une enquête du commissaire Dupin : Etrange printemps aux Glénan de Jean-Luc Bannalec

Détective Conan, tome 9 de Gôshô Aoyama

Il était une fois… Le cinéma, Tome 1 : Des frères Lumière à Charlie Chaplin de Jean-Pierre Georges et Dentiblu

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RT @ClassicFilm2: « Il y a beaucoup de choses dont j'ai honte; mais pas de la série du Triporteur. Ça m'a apporté une popularité qui continue auprès des jeunes.» Pensée pour Darry Cowl https://t.co/kEWJHWLRZA

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— Cinémannonce (@cinema_cinemas) Feb 14, 2023

via Twitter https://twitter.com/cinema_cinemas February 14, 2023 at 10:51PM https://twitter.com/cinema_cinemas/status/1625613782704656384

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le colonel a la gueule de bois

[kino51]

Le temps des oeufs durs   1959

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"Archimède le clochard" 🤗🗼😀🍷 extrait du film🎬 de Gilles Grangier

Bel après-midi 🙋‍♀️

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L'esprit humain est comme un parapluie : il marche mieux lorsqu'il est ouvert.

Darry Cowl

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Adventures in Art

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-°- Guadagnarsi da vivere suonando il pianoforte, è saper contare sulle proprie dita. (Darry Cowl) -°- [Opera di Isao Kanematu]

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Jaime’s Weirwood Dream

You know what? Let’s talk about Jaime’s weirwood dream. Let’s do this. I’ve heard that people have argued about this but it’s obvious what this dream is getting at.

TL;DR: What happened in it?

Cersei abandoned him to his fate

Tywin abandoned him, too

he confronted his past in the form of Oswell Whent, Jon Darry, Lewyn Martell, Gerold Hightower, Arthur Dayne, and Rhaegar Targaryen

Brienne stood with him

both were naked, symbolizing vulnerability

Brienne is there for him when he needs it, not Cersei, so he goes back for Brienne. She helps him confront his past, solidifying that she’s his future, not his sister.

All passages are quoted from Jaime VI, A Storm of Swords, pages 609 to 612.

Naked and alone he stood, surrounded by enemies, with stone walls all around him pressing close. The Rock, he knew. He could feel the immense weight of it above his head. He was home. He was home and whole.

He held his right hand up and flexed his fingers to feel the strength in them. It felt as good as sex. As good as swordplay. Four fingers and a thumb. He had dreamed that he was maimed, but it wasn’t so. Relief made him dizzy. My hand, my good hand. Nothing could hurt him so long as he was whole.

I just want to remind you all that Brienne and Jaime’s sword fight in his third chapter was an analog for sex. :) And he just revealed that he finds swordplay as good as sex. :) Jaime and Brienne had sword sex. :) It’s literally canon. :)

Also of note: “Nothing could hurt him so long as he was whole.” Jaime places so much of his worth on his hand, to the point that he’s now thinking of it as his savior.

Around him stood a dozen tall dark figures in cowled robes that hid their faces. In their hands were spears. “Who are you?” he demanded of them. “What business do you have in Casterly Rock?”

They gave no answer, only prodding him with the points of their spears. He had no choice but to descend. Down a twisting passageway he went, narrow steps carved from the living rock, down and down. I must go up, he told himself. Up, not down. Why am I going down? Below the earth his doom awaited, he knew with the certainty of dream; something dark and terrible lurked there, something that wanted. Jaime tried to halt, but their spears prodded him on. If only I had my sword, nothing could harm me.

Repetition of the idea that wielding a sword means he can’t be hurt. Jaime believes that his sword hand is the “best part” of himself because that’s what everyone else placed priority on.

The steps ended abruptly on echoing darkness. Jaime had the sense of vast space before him. He jerked to a halt, teetering on the edge of nothing. A spearpoint jabbed at the small of the back, shoving him into the abyss. He shouted, but the fall was short. He landed on his hands and knees, upon soft sand and shallow water. There were watery caverns deep below Casterly Rock, but this one was strange to him. “What place is this?”

“Your place.” The voice echoed; it was a hundred voices, a thousand, the voices of all the Lannisters since Lann the Clever, who’d lived at the dawn of days. But most of all it was his father’s voice, and beside Lord Tywin stood his sister, pale and beautiful, a torch burning in her hand. Joffrey was there as well, the son they’d made together, and behind them a dozen more dark shapes with golden hair.

“Sister, why has Father brought us here?”

“Us? This is your place, Brother. This is your darkness.” Her torch was the only light in the cavern. Her torch was the only light in the world. She turned to go.

Cersei abandons Jaime; she doesn’t stay to protect him when he needs it the most. She asserts that they came into the world together and are meant to die together, yet Jaime’s dream is telling him that, when it comes down to it, Cersei will choose her own life over dying with Jaime.

“Stay with me,” Jaime pleaded. “Don’t leave me here alone.” But they were leaving. “Don’t leave me in the dark!” Something terrible lived down here. “Give me a sword, at least.”

“I gave you a sword,” Lord Tywin said.

It was at his feet. Jaime groped under the water until his hand closed upon the hilt. Nothing can hurt me so long as I have a sword. As he raised the sword a finger of pale flame flickered at the point and crept up along the edge, stopping a hand’s breath from the hilt. The fire took on the color of steel itself so it burned with a silvery-blue light, and the gloom pulled back. Crouching, listening, Jaime moved in a circle, ready for anything that might come out of the darkness. The water flowed into his boots, ankle deep and bitterly cold. Beware the water, he told himself. There may be creatures living in it, hidden in the deeps...

More repetition of invincibility as long as he has a sword. The sword catching fire can be argued as foreshadowing for him (or Brienne) wielding Lightbringer and being Azor Ahai, but the important part here is that “the gloom pulled back.”

From behind came a great splash. Jaime whirled toward the sound...but the faint light revealed only Brienne of Tarth, her hands bound in heavy chains. “I swore to keep you safe,” the wench said stubbornly. “I swore an oath.” Naked, she raised her hands to Jaime. “Ser. Please. If you would be so good.”

The steel parted like silk. “A sword,” Brienne begged, and there it was, scabbard, belt, and all. She buckled it around her thick waist. The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight. Brienne’s sword took flame as well, burning silvery blue. The darkness retreated more.

“The flames will burn so long as you live,” he heard Cersei call. “When they die, so must you.”

Brienne’s sword is now afire as well, fending off the darkness with Jaime’s. She’s with him while Cersei’s being ominous and abandoning Jaime. Him thinking of Brienne as both a beauty and a knight is acknowledging both parts of her character: the traditionally feminine part of her and the warrior part of her.

“Sister!” he shouted. “Stay with me! Stay!” There was no reply but the soft sound of retreating footsteps.

Brienne moved her longsword back and forth, watching the silvery flames shift and shimmer. Beneath her feet, a reflection of the burning blade shown on the surface of the flat black water. She was as tall and strong as he remembered, yet it seemed to Jaime that she had more of a woman’s shape now.

“Do they keep a bear down here?” Brienne was moving, slow and wary, sword to hand; step, turn, and listen. Each step made a little splash. “A cave lion? Direwolves? Some bear? Tell me, Jaime. What lives here? What lives in the darkness?”

“Doom.” No bear, he knew. No lion. “Only doom.”

It’s worth noting that the animals suggested by dream Brienne are the Lannisters’ animal, the Starks’ animal, and the bear that irl Brienne fights in Harrenhal. It’s also interesting that Jaime notices that Brienne is womanly; he’s subconsciously recognizing that she’s a woman, in the same sense that Cersei’s a woman.

In the cool silvery-blue light of the swords, the big wench looked pale and fierce. “I mislike this place.”

“I’m not fond of it myself.” Their blades made a little island of light, but all around them stretched a sea of darkness, unending. “My feet are wet.”

“We could go back the way they brought us. If you climbed on my shoulders you’d have no trouble reaching that tunnel mouth.”

Then I could follow Cersei. He could feel himself growing hard at the thought, and turned away so Brienne would not see.

I find it interesting that Jaime’s instinct is to turn away from Brienne: is he ashamed? If so, that could mean a couple things.

Jaime subconsciously knows that he’s fallen for Brienne and is therefore ashamed that he’s aroused by thoughts of his sister.

He knows it’s wrong and subconsciously believes that Brienne’s too pure to see something so vile.

Whatever the reason, it serves to say that Jaime isn’t happy over this development; it’s not the right time nor the right place.

“Listen.” She put a hand on his shoulder, and he trembled at the sudden touch. She’s warm. “Something comes.” Brienne lifted her sword to point off to his left. “There.”

He peered through the gloom until he saw it too. Something was moving through the darkness, he could not quite make it out...

“A man on a horse. No, two. Two riders, side by side.”

“Down here, beneath the Rock?” It made no sense. Yet there came two riders on pale horses, men and mounts both armored. The destriers emerged from the blackness at a slow walk. They make no sound, Jaime realized. No splashing, no clink of mail nor clop of hoof. He remembered Eddard Stark, riding the length of Aerys’s throne room wrapped in silence. Only his eyes had spoken; a lord’s eyes, cold and grey and full of judgement.

“Is it you, Stark?” Jaime called. “Come ahead. I never feared you living, I do not fear you dead.”

Brienne touched his arm. “There are more.”

He saw them too. They were armored all in snow, it seemed to him, and ribbons of mist swirled back from their shoulders. The visors of their helms were closed, but Jaime Lannister did not need to look upon their faces to know them.

Five had been his brothers. Oswell Whent and Jon Darry. Lewyn Martell, a prince of Dorne. The White Bulle, Gerold Hightower. Ser Arthur Dayne, Sword of the Morning. And beside them, crowned in a mist of grief with his long hair streaming behind him, rode Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and rightful heir to the Iron Throne.

This is where Jaime’s dream starts to come together: the future he thought he had has deserted him, leaving the future he does have to confront his past with him.

“You don’t frighten me,” he called, turning as they split to either side of him. He did not know which way to face. “I will fight you one by one or all together. But who is there for the wench to duel? She gets cross when you leave her out.”

“I swore an oath to keep him safe,” she said to Rhaegar’s shade. “I swore a holy oath.”

“We all swore oaths,” said Ser Arthur Dayne, so sadly.

The shades dismounted from their ghostly horses. When they drew their longswords, it made not a sound. “He was going to burn the city,” Jaime said. “To leave Robert naught but ashes.”

“He was your king,” said Darry.

“You swore to keep him safe,” said Whent.

“And the children, them as well,” said Prince Lewyn.

Prince Rhaegar burned with a cold light, now white, now red, now dark. “I left my wife and children in your hands.”

“I never thought he’d hurt them.” Jaime’s sword was burning less brightly now. “I was with the king...”

“Killing the king,” said Ser Arthur.

“Cutting his throat,” said Prince Lewyn.

“The king you had sworn to die for,” said the White Bull.

The fires that ran along the blade were guttering out, and Jaime remembered what Cersei had said. No. Terror closed a hand about his throat. Then his sword went dark, and only Brienne’s burned, as the ghosts came rushing in.

“No,” he said, “no, no, no. Nooooooooo!”

Cersei deserts Jaime, who he’s been trying to get back to for the entire book. Who stands with him? Brienne, who is his future. Who do they stand against? People from Jaime’s past that tell him how he failed. He failed to keep Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon alive; he failed to protect Aerys; he broke his vows.

Brienne stands with him against the past that’s haunted him for the past fourteen+ years. Not Cersei. Brienne. She’s his future, GRRM really can’t make it any more obvious than he’s doing.

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DARRY COWL Terminons l'année avec Darry, Darry que j'aime à la folie, Darry plein de charme et de génie. . De Guitry à Resnais, le pianiste a joué dans dix millions de films, des comédies franchouillardes, décriées pour la plupart, qui à y regarder de plus près surpassent dans la spontanéité et la candeur (et la grandeur !) bien des choses du cinéma officiel. . Ce qui est sûr c'est que le pianiste solaire, métronome dans une partition sans rythme (la vie ?), brille dans toutes ses rapides apparitions - quelques secondes, parfois, de quoi empocher les 500 francs qui lui permettront d'aller fumer toute la nuit au casino en fredonnant la suite de son solo... . Darry ! Je pourrais en parler pendant des heures. ("Liste de mes Navets", un petit 100 pages, cherche éditeur...) . Bonne année 2021, et comme disait le canaillou génial : bon vent vous mène !🍃 . #nosamislespoetes #darrycowl #pianiste #pleinelune #fullmoon #jazz #canaillou #dessin #dessinaudoigt #illustration #drawing #illustrationartists #portrait #pantheon #acteur #poesie #cinema #cinematheque #moliere #legend #illustrationoftheday #illustrator #cartoon #cartoonist #jul #julienphoque #julien #phoque #lesnouilles #bonneannee2021 (à Vittel) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJdDo_zB2YB/?igshid=1g15ljfs4897d

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[argentvive]

Jaime at Riverrun: Final Break with Cersei

Jaime spends most of AFFC growing increasingly disillusioned with Cersei.  See, for example, this post:

https://argentvive.tumblr.com/post/178837521695/jaime-at-darry-remembering-brienne-and-rejecting

Finally, in Jaime VII, the last Jaime chapter in the book, he makes a definitive break with his malign, deceptive sister (”My sweet sister, the deceiver.”).  He doesn’t explicitly think about Brienne in this chapter, but his oath to Catelyn Stark and his determination to act honorably, as Brienne expects, are always in his mind.  

Jaime is still at Riverrun, dealing with the aftermath of the castle’s peaceful surrender.  He is still practicing at night with Ser Ilyn Payne, which gives GRRM a chance to fake “kill” Jaime multiple times.

It was one of his better nights. If they had been in earnest, Payne only would have killed him twice.  Half a dozen deaths were more the rule, and some nights were worse than that. 

Afterwards, Jaime muses aloud to Payne (who is mute) about how Cersei should be punished for her adultery with Kettleblack.  Payne suggests slitting her throat, but Jaime rejects the idea of killing her.  

Jaime is happy that he was able to negotiate with Edmure for the peaceful surrender of Riverrun:

Still, he felt curiously content.  The war was all but won....And he had done his own part here at Riverrun without actually ever taking up arms against the Starks or Tullys.

He starts thinking about the next step, his return to King’s Landing, and how he might put Cersei aside and arrange for a new Hand and a new small council for Tommen.  He hopes to bring honest, ethical governance to Westeros. 

A few days later he has a dream, where he sees his long dead mother, who speaks to him: “The question is, who are you?”  When Jaime insists that he is a knight, “a tear roll[s] down her cheek” and she disappears.

He immediately wakes up, and finds that snow has drifted through the window onto the floor.  Snow, white snow, the color of the albedo, the white stage. Jaime welcomes it.

Instead of closing the shutters he threw them wide. The yard below was covered by a thick white blanket, growing thicker even as he watched. The merlons on the battlements wore white cowls. The flakes fell silently, a few drifting in the window to melt upon his face.

This is not just a reminder of Jaime’s having reached the white stage.  The snow melting on his face is symbolically a dissolution (solve), alerting us that something important is going to happen.  And it does.

Maester Vyman enters Jaime’s room with a letter from Cersei.  Cersei has been arrested and begs Jaime to return to save her.

Jaime read it in the window seat, bathed in the light of that cold white morning....A snowflake landed on the letter.  As it melted, the ink began to blur.

Jaime is “bathed in the light of that cold white morning.”  What a perfect description of a man transformed, the White Stone.  Jaime’s “dissolution” is immediately followed by coagulation (solve et coagula).

“Does my lord wish to answer?”....”No...Put this in the fire.”

This time the fire of coagulation does not touch Jaime, the Male Principle of the Work.  What it destroys is his toxic relationship with Cersei.  There can be no going back (in the books) from his refusal to help her in her time of greatest need.

For Jaime to progress on his road to redemption, to achieve finally the Red Stone, he had to extricate himself from Cersei, and this he has now done.  

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BRIGITTE BARDOT⭐ & DARRY COWL⭐#brigittebardot #brigittebardotstyle #darrycowl

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