Downton Abbey

In the second season I loved Edith- she had changed so much from being a perpetually jealous nuisance of a sister to a kind and considerate human being serving the injured soldiers by providing them books to read, reading for them, chatting with them to lift their spirits up, and writing letters for their near and dear ones; war never leaves anyone unchanged for good or worse.
I loved Mary too-
though she had made numerous mistakes and bad decisions in the past, she lived
in acceptance of the guilt, and whatever fate she had wrongly chosen. And she
loved Mathew dearly, beyond her aristocratic airs (and how she made peace with
him, wished him luck, and prayed for his safety at the front, and the relief
every time she saw him in front of her eyes), even though he had Lavinia in his
life, through thick and thin. I had hated her decisions and self pride, but I
wanted her to be happy. After all everyone is human, and mistakes are a given.
I loved Sybil for her
courage to choose her life, the kind of life she had always wanted- to do a
job, to make herself useful, and to live with the man she loves- Branson,
though the world disapproves of any relation with a middle class chauffeur for
her kind. She has the guts to face her family and ask permission, which they
finally give along with their blessings, owing to the changing world.
Among the servants I wanted to slap Ethel at first, but then
pitied her; loved Daisy and missed William, poor chap, he was so much loved; and
loved my favorite couple Anna and Mr.Bates throughout their journey from joy to
hopelessness. At the end of the day, everyone had a good side and a bad side-
liked Miss O’Brien and Thomas for that- after all they were just unloved and
uncared for, wretched souls, but humane, who couldn't avoid being unkind to
others.
I love this British series. I truly do. Will watch season
three soon.
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