I can only say I was captivated by the film and its stealthy evocation of pure evil.

On either side of them, as they glided onwards, the rich meadow-grass seemed that morning of a freshness and a greenness unsurpassable. Never had they noticed the roses so vivid, the willow-herb so riotous, the meadow-sweet so odorous and pervading.

[…] this little donkey could not be trusted in the road, for it was always getting under the wheels, because it would not let its mother, a fine fat old jenny ass in the shafts, alone.

[…] ’tis justly to be apprehended, that persecutions will put a speedy period to the Protestant religion in the place of its nativity.