This'll be my videotape..

A Tale of Two Cities... Two Cities, containing key people, who's lives interweave. Woven beautifully by the words of Charles Dickens, these peoples lives come crashing together in one moment, during the trial of an innocent man. The man is set free by his doppleganger, a man who is piteous enough to give all credit to his friend, for all his work. A girl, and her previously imprisoned father testify at the case. The innocent man is set free, and marries the girl who testified. This man is found to be a relative to a Marquis, which is bad to be, as the French Revolution has just broken out. He heads back to France, and is imprisoned. All hope seems to be lost. And then something amazing happens. A man too piteous to think anything could come of his life, becomes the most amazing person at a time rife with trouble. This man, the doppleganger of the innocent man, goes to France, and saves the innocent man's life. Saves him by the only possible means. He trades places. Sacrifices his life for this man. In the prison, even walking to his death, he still does some good, by consoling a poor woman who is all alone being sentenced to death with him. The last pages of this tale of two cities, are possibly the most beautiful things ever written. He talks to this woman, and both find each other Heaven sent. Neither could do this without the other. It is as if God sent them to lean on one another in this hard time of death. Yet the time is short till they would be together again in Heavenly bliss. One more thing she asks him, that of her cousin, and seeing her soon, and he comforts her yet again with a lovely answer. They kiss, and then go to their deaths, happily. The citizens comment that never has there been a person with a more tranquil look on their lost head then these two people. And I imagine they met in lovely marital bliss at the Pearly Gates of Heaven. These last few paragraphs, I can't help but feel tears at my eyes. It's just so beautiful. I can't even begin to describe it in this journal, but to say that I love it. Thinking now, it reminds me of a song by the band Radiohead, called Videotape. It speaks of a man at the Pearly Gates, and God is reviewing the “videotape” of his life. I can't help but imagine what one would think after seeing their videotapes. Or any of our videotapes... Would there be things we wish someone wouldn't see on them? Some things your ashamed to show any one else, ashamed to even think about? Does one ever think, even though one may feel like nobody will know, that He knows? That our videotape will, at the end, show all our faults, and it will be just too much to bare? The thing is though, He will see the good in those videotapes. And then it stops there. I don't believe there will be anything else there. God forgives, and then he lets it be. It never happened, for He sent His son to take it all away, by death on a cross. Really, our videotapes should be pure. I can only imagine the end of Sydney Carton's videotape, standing in front of the female called La Guillotine, embracing the Seamstress in one farewell kiss, knowing he will see her in just moments. This man has lived such a piteous life, none would have expected him to come out like this. But it shows there can truly be good in everyone, even the most unlikely. I think Sydney Carton shows the truest love throughout this whole book, and not just for Lucie. He shows it for Lucie, in that he is truly willing to do anything, even die, simply for her happiness, and he does even that, to let her be with Darnay. He shows his love for Darnay, in a friendship way, in the fact that he is willing to lay down his life so he can be with his family, and even the girl Carton loved. And he shows love for this poor Seamstress, some of the most beautiful love written of, in the simple act of being a comforting hand to hold, and a shoulder to lean on, if you will. In those last few moments, Carton has finally redeemed himself.