The second edition to my monologue. I'd say enjoy, but I dunno if that's the right word for this...
"...I suppose I shouldn't be so cruel to Beauty and the Beast. The beginning is a fairly accurate portrayal of a real situation; Belle sits in on the fountain in a haze of literary ecstasy while everyone else we've met so far in the movie whispers, giggles, etc. – "with a dreamy, far-off look / and her nose stuck in a book, / what a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle…" ; "but behind that fair façade / I'm afraid she's rather odd," ; "she doesn't quite fit in…" and on and on. She sits there like that because at least in th