Wow! That's a gorgeous dress! Do you have any more pictures of it?
the seaweed details, both the ones hanging off your arms and the ones at the bottom of the dress
I am currently rereading 20 000 leagues under the sea - the first time I read it, I was much younger (13). I remember that Captain Nemo scared me, but that I loved him anyways
My mom told me the story when I was really young, but she herself had read it as a child and could only really remember the science aspect: the story I grew up knowing was about a man who invented the submarine and went exploring, and it was much more the story of Jules Verne and science fiction than of Captain Nemo, so I was very surprised to find that he had killed people, since I grew up thinking he was a marine biologist.
I got into steampunk recently, or perhaps its better to say that I realized I have always been fond of the steampunk style, or, more precisely, the Victorian style, but the only way to adopt that in real life is to go steampunk, otherwise it becomes too expensive. I decided to reread Verne's books, especially since I love French literature (Verne, Dumas, Leroux, Moliere, Hugo, de Stael, du Chatelet, Marivaux). Its the first book I've read for pleasure in ages
I only read for school now, unfortunately. But I love it just as much as I did the first time.
Like you, I didn't really understand Captain Nemo the first time I read it: I thought his submarine was awesome, I thought he was a real "badass," but I also thought he was a murderer, without really understanding what was going on. Having studied post colonial literature, I realize that he's basically a post colonial character: his kingdom was conquered and his family was killed, so he had nowhere to go but underwater. I also know about Jules Verne's last book, I believe its Paris 1989, and I find that, like Nemo, he was also disenchanted with the human race, and poured some of his feelings into this character.
I understand what you mean about loneliness: you can use it to your advantage, to let your creativity flow. At this point of my life, loneliness isn't a huge problem, but it used to be. But perhaps its thanks to that loneliness that I have such a wild imagination . . .