catherine-campbell

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Good afternoon, my darlings. I just got back from a short visit with my cousin Jack Favell – always such a pleasure to see him, although Maxim doesn’t care much for him and so chose to stay behind at Manderley for the night.

During my drive back to the estate I got to thinking on our most recent trip to the McKittrick. This last time, I spent a bit of the evening with a young woman who bore a rather striking resemblance to my own Mrs. Danvers, my personal maid at Manderley and my only confidante. The young woman’s name was Mrs. Catherine Campbell. She’s the housekeeper of the McKittrick and I’ve observed her not a few times before, moving gracefully through the performance of her duties and revealing to my trained eye some of her deepest secrets. Her presence has always haunted me, and though one must admit that her “soft spot” for the King isn’t exactly the best-kept secret in Glamis, this week I got to spend some time with her alone, which revealed something altogether more chilling. 

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Notes on Catherine Campbell
  1. She delivers Macbeth’s letter to Lady Macbeth, leaving it on the bathtub in their bedroom. She first claims it from the somewhat unwilling Porter in the hotel lobby. The letter sets Lady Macbeth’s machinations into motion.
  2. While Duncan is asleep in his bedroom, before he gets ready for the ball, Catherine Campbell sets a metronome and puts it in a chest. And such the ticking of clocks begins. 
  3. She also resets the pillows in Duncan’s tent around this time.
  4. Later on, she finds Duncan’s lifeless body in the crypt and brings him back to life with her kiss. (This scene parallels a similar “kiss of life” between Bald Witch and Banquo, also in the crypt.)
  5. While the Macduffs are out, Catherine Campbell seems to cast a spell or curse on their home, sometimes using strands of her hair.
  6. Catherine Campbell’s name is written on the cover of the taxidermist’s ledger.
  7. She also throws a handful of dirt on a grave in the graveyard while passing by. A message to the taxidermist?

She may not be a witch but there’s definitely something odd about Catherine Campbell…

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This song is so on Danvers’ iPod. She listens to it on repeat for hours. Her iTunes can’t even count the play number anymore it’s so high. Number of skips?

Zero.

- C

I feel so unsure, 

As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor. 

As the music dies… 

Something in your eyes, 

Calls to mind the silver screen, 

And all its sad goodbyes. 

I’m never gonna dance again, 

Guilty feet have got no rhythm. 

Though it’s easy to pretend, 

I know you’re not a fool. 

I should’ve known better than to cheat a friend, 

And waste the chance that I’d been given. 

So I’m never gonna dance again, 

The way I danced with you. 

Time can never mend, 

The careless whispers of a good friend. 

To the heart and mind, 

Ignorance is kind 

There’s no comfort in the truth, 

Pain is all you’ll find. 

I’m never gonna dance again, 

Guilty feet have got no rhythm. 

Though it’s easy to pretend, 

I know you’re not a fool. 

I should’ve known better than to cheat a friend, 

And waste the chance that I’d been given. 

So I’m never gonna dance again, 

The way I danced with you. 

What am I without your love? 

Tonight the music seems so loud, 

I wish that we could lose the crowd. 

Maybe it’s better this way, 

We’d hurt each other with the things we want to say. 

We could have been so good together, 

We could have lived this dance forever… 

But now, who’s gonna dance with me? 

Please stay. 

And I’m never gonna dance again, 

Guilty feet have got no rhythm. 

Though it’s easy to pretend, 

I know you’re not a fool. 

I should’ve known better than to cheat a friend, 

And waste the chance that I’d been given. 

So I’m never gonna dance again, 

The way I danced with you. 

Now that you’re gone… 

Now that you’re gone… 

Now that you’re gone… 

Was what I did so wrong? 

So wrong

That you had to leave me alone?