On with the motley

I stumbled onto this one tonight… it just struck me as rather sorrowful. Everything’s etched on his face (taken from the Jeremy Brett Archive, where I’ve found quite a few of these images.)

There’s a terrific bit from my favorite Yeats poem (“When You Are Old”) that goes,

    “How many loved your moments of glad grace,
    And loved your beauty with love false or true,
    But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
    And loved the sorrows of your changing face…”

That’s all I could think of when I saw this photo of him.

The sorrows of his changing face.