There has to be a reason why I resonate well with Dido’s Mary’s in India, and it has nothing to do with the fact that Danny is a brooding melancholic. It also has nothing to do with the fact that Mary had forgotten to carry her special gifts she got from Danny, books and letters. And this alone gives Danny a glistening hope that Mary is coming back. No, it has nothing to do with that, nor the sentimentality of Danny. I love the patience of Dido though. It’s a classic example of nursing a man back to life while letting him do the heavy lifting. Look at Danny, he drinks everyday, and refuses to eat, he is growing thin btw. But it takes time. And Dido acknowledges this, so she lets Danny take his time. In the end, Dido writes a letter to Mary, telling her that Danny packed her books and letters, they’re in the store.
Danny is happy now, writes Dido to Mary.
Phill Ibsen, Master of Descriptions.
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