Sydney-Carton

Can we talk about Sydney Carton for a second? Like this guy is a severely depressed drunkard who does all the fucking work and gets none of the credit. He works so hard to save Charles Darnay despite being in love with Lucie and when Lucie is about to lose Charles, does he try to use her grief to slide his way in? No, he sacrifices his life so that Lucie can be happy with Charles. And he does it without expecting anything. He does it because he loves her, and he knows she’ll be happier with Charles. I wish he could’ve had a happy ending too.

Date a boy who’s clever and noble. Date a boy with potential. Date a boy with a taste for wine. Date a boy who is cynical and sarcastic. Date a boy who is self-pitying. Date a boy who will love and respect you even when he acknowledges that you will never be his. Date a boy who speaks of you as being the last dream of his soul. Date a boy who would face the guillotine for your happiness. Date Sydney Carton.

2

“Tess, Tess, Tessa.

Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.

Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.

I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.

And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.

You are not the last dream of my soul.

You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.

With hope at least,
Will Herondale”

They said of him, about the city that night, that it was the peacefullest man’s face ever beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic. One of the most remarkable sufferers by the same axe - a woman - had asked at the foot of the same scaffold, not long before, to be allowed to write down the thoughts that were inspiring her. If he had given any utterance to his, and they were prophetic, they would have been these:

“I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Vengeance, the Jurymen, the Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the destruction of the old, perishing by this retributive instrument, before it shall cease out of its present use. I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long, long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out.

"I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy, in that England which I shall see no more. I see Her with a child upon her bosom, who bears my name. I see her father, aged and bent, but otherwise restored, and faithful to all men in his healing office, and at peace; I see the good old man, so long their friend, in ten years’ time enriching them with all he has, and passing tranquilly to his reward.

"I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. I see her, an old woman, weeping for me on the anniversary of this day. I see her and her husband, their course done, lying side by side in their last earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other’s soul, than I was in the souls of both.

"I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see him winning it so well, that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his. I see the blots I threw upon it, faded away. I see him, foremost of just judges and honoured men, bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place - then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this day’s disfigurement - and I hear him tell the child my story, with a tender and a faltering voice.

"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.”

— 

A Tale of Two Cities

I honestly think this is the most beautiful passage in all of English fiction.

Randomly, in my mind, the quote: ‘… Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you.’ And I was trying to remember what it was from and as I thought ‘A Tale Of Two Cities’, I also thought of Chat Noir and so then I got real sad because Chat Noir as Sydney Carton but then, he would also be Charles? So then he would die for no reason??

“ You’d fit perfectly to me, we’d end our loneliness, melt this
curse away

Although I know we’ll never meet you’re ever part of me ”
- Fresh Static Snow, Porter Robinson 

What if Knox didn’t had that accident?
What if Knox and Syd never met?
I think then they both enjoyed the party. Knox be tweaked out of his mind and fool around with someone. 
While Syd would have a good with Egan and maybe get his first real kiss…
But then Knox wouldn’t have seen his mom again after all those years
And Syd would never know the truth.


I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss.
I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
—  Sydney Carton, in Charles Dicken’s A Tale of Two Cities.