I've read this so often that I almost know it by heart. Especially the third part. That's so true and sad and just right.
That goes for the whole of it - it's just right.
Thanks a lot for this!
Love it! The bit with the jacket and also four in the wardrobe at the end were wonderful!
Great insight into both Three and, at the end, Four. Thanks for this!
I can't get over how beautiful this fic is - sad and hopeful and poetic and beautiful. You've perfectly captured the melancholy undercurrent that I've always felt underlied Three's era.
I think this might be my canon now. :D
That is very good.
This is gorgeous. I especially love all the stuff about clothes--how the Doctor's trying to cobble together a stable self (a self he can exercise some control over) from the outside in, and how he clings to his outfit as a kind of defense against chaos and loss of identity.
The Prufock quotations seem very apt. Three's a very Prufrock kind of Doctor, isn't he?
Surfed in here on Vali's recs on Calufrax: http://community.livejournal.com/calufrax/2952.html. This was terrific. I liked what you did with clothes and how they're integral to the Doctors' personalities. That last line was perfect. Thanks for writing!
That's just the definitive Pertwee fic for me now. wonderful.
Beautiful. Three had such a subtle manner. Just looking at his episodes they seemed to be completely upfront, but beneath the still waters Three had more undercurrents than Seven, especially since Seven's undercurrents were manufactured and Three's were very, painfully real. It really came out when he had that conversation with Jo about daisies. And all of that suble poigentness has been captured in this amazing fic.
Just found this one. I haven't seen much of the Pertwee era yet, but now I'm definitely going to have to. Prufrock-squee aside, this was like reading a prose-poem in and of itself. Well done.
Everyone's already said everything I wanted to say, so I shall just add to the fangirling and say yay, Prufrock!
I'm terrible at commenting as I go along, but rereading I thought I'd register what an impression this story made on me. It's kind of become the definitive version of the Three to Four leap in my head, if you see what I mean.
This is absolutely, quietly, achingly beautiful. It's arranged so well, it draws a picture that fleshes out Three so much more than I'd ever thought he could be, and, as others have said, you've drawn the bridge between him and Four flawlessly. Bravo!
This... is full of wonderful. And you're absolutely right about the JamesBondian-yet-full-of-trauma. You've captured something very telling in the distinction between Pertwee's self-posession and the utter lack of it in Baker's Doctor and, not quite to the same extent, Troughton's. Lovely and tragic and the ending is just perfect.