The long A/N:
Okay, those of you who might have read my first fic, "Season 3 as Ihave it" may wonder if I have an obsession with Jack London. I do. He's the author I love to hate and hate to love, but I do. The "note" in the story is his "love" letter to Anna (he supposedly didn't believe in love, but you always have to question his credibility). I know in the real GG neither Rory nor Jess have expressed anything by way or appreciation or even hatred for London, but the letter and some things I know about his life, lead me to sort of connect him with Jess. In the letter, Jack and Anna seem to typify in my mind Rory and Jess. I have taken great liberties with this story, but whatever.
Okay, I tend to feel that when you have to explain your stories you didn't do a good job, but I feel the need to explain this one a little. It wasn't supposed to be a corny, sappy, romantic story. I like to write what I call life stories and I was thinking the other day, perhaps because I reread Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse, about reality and dreams and what lasts. In fairy tale movies, love lasts. I was asking if it did in the concrete reality. Nothing concrete lasts. But memories last, and true love (not just romantic), ultimately, lasts. I tried to express that in the story. Rory mentions humorously about her and Lorelai dying. They won't last, but they will to each other. Jess and Rory, in my story, may last. It's implied that they'll last. Even Lorelai and Luke. I usually like to include hints of them. The hints in this story were much more subtle, but I tried, with the poking fun, to show something of them that will last. That's what I was trying to do. But I was working in a style not my own, so I wasn't so successful.
London Bridge is Falling Down, I thought, would be perfect. Every word connects with the story. Jack London. The Bridge. Things perishing "falling down" and lasting "last so long".
I'll include the lyrics for your enjoyment:
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down,
Falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Take a key and lock her up,
Lock her up,
Lock her up.
Take a key and lock her up,
My fair lady.
How will we build it up,
Build it up,
Build it up?
How will we build it up,
My fair lady?
Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold,
Silver and gold.
Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair lady.
Gold and silver I have none,
I have none,
I have none.
Gold and silver I have none,
My fair lady.
Build it up with needles and pins,
Needles and pins,
Needles and pins.
Build it up with needles and pins,
My fair lady.
Pins and needles bend and break,
Bend and break,
Bend and break.
Pins and needles bend and break,
My fair lady.
Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay,
Wood and clay.
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady.
Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away,
Wash away.
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair lady.
Build it up with stone so strong,
Stone so strong,
Stone so strong.
Build it up with stone so strong,
My fair lady.
Stone so strong will last so long,
Last so long,
Last so long.
Stone so strong will last so long,
My fair lady.
