Tuesday, June 4, 2013


Hannibal Annotations – Coquilles


A Note On The Episode Title

Time Index


Will sleepwalking

Sleepwalking disorder, also called somnambulism is characterized by repeated episodes of motor activity during sleep. There may be a genetic component to the condition; other causes include fever, alcohol use, sleep deprivation, and emotional stress.


Will: “Aw, hi, Winston.”

Cuteness Alert - Winston


Will: “No. Uh, yes. Not excessively. I had two fingers of whiskey before I went to bed.”

From Red Dragon, Chapter 2
“He was numb and empty and he drank two fingers of whiskey from his bathroom glass before he lay down. The darkness pressed too closely on him. He turned on the bathroom light and went back to bed.”


Hannibal’s Coffee Maker

Bryan Fuller tweeted that Hannibal is using a Vacuum Coffee Maker made by Royal Coffee Maker:


Jack: “Hooks were bored into the ceiling. Fishing line was used to hold up the bodies and… the wings.”

Beverly: “At least we know he’s a fisherman.”

Jimmy: “And/or a viking.”

Brian: “Vikings do this?”

Jimmy: “Vikings used to execute Christians by breaking their ribs, bending them back, and draping the lungs over them to resemble wings. They used to call it a ‘blood eagle.’”

Will: “Pagans mocking the God-fearing?”

From Hannibal, Chapter 58
...The similar positions of the two bodies, on their sides instead of in the anatomical position, revealed that they had been butchered almost identically, the sirloin and loin removed with neatness and economy along with the small filets that lie beneath the spine.
A deer's fur on stainless steel. Its head elevated by the antlers on the metal pillow block, the head turned and the eye white as though it tried to look back at the bright shaft that killed it-the creature, lying on its side in its own reflection in this place of obsessive order, seemed wilder, more alien to man than a deer ever seemed in the woods.
The man's eyes were open, some blood came from his lachrymal ducts like tears.
"Odd to see them together," Dr Hollingsworth said. "Their hearts weighed exactly the same."
He looked at Starling and saw that she was all right. "One difference on the man, you can see here where the short ribs were separated from the spine and the lungs pulled out the back. They almost look like wings, don't they?"
"Bloody Eagle," Starling muttered, after a moment's thought.
"I never saw it before."
"Me either," Starling said.
"There's a term for that? What did you call it?"
"The Bloody Eagle. The literature at Quantico has it. It's a Norse sacrificial custom. Chop through the short ribs and pull the lungs out the back, flatten them out like that to make wings. There was a neo-Viking doing it in Minnesota in the thirties."


Jimmy: “Vikings used to execute Christians by breaking their ribs, bending them back, and draping the lungs over them to resemble wings. They used to call it a ‘blood eagle.’”

Although the historicity of this practice is disputed there is enough evidence to suggest that the Vikings did indeed practice forms of torture like this. The practice is mentioned in a number of Norse sagas and other sources, including the Orkneyinga saga and the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle.


As Hannibal, Bella, and Jack dine, the Adagio from Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto in A Major, K. 622 is playing.

Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto in A Major, K. 622 was written in 1791 for the clarinetist Anton Stadler who had a very troubled marriage.


Hannibal: “Foie gras au torchon with a late harvest of vidal sauce with dried and fresh figs.”

From Hannibal, Chapter 48
“Then and only then, with a furtive glance around, Dr. Lecter takes from beneath the seat in front of him, his own lunch in an elegant yellow box trimmed with brown from Fauchon, the Paris caterer. It is tied with two ribbons of silk gauze in complementary colors. Dr. Lecter has provisioned himself with wonderfully aromatic truffled pate de foie gras, and Anatolian figs still weeping from their severed stems. He has a half-bottle of a St. Estephe he favors.”

Also as outlined in Chapter 49, Clarice Starling is monitoring the sales of expensive foie gras in an attempt to locate Hannibal.


Bella: “Jack only calls me Phyllis when we disagree.”
Hannibal: “So, named Bella for your beauty.”
Jack: “We were both stationed in Italy; I was army, she was NATO staff. All of the Italian men kept calling her ‘Bella, Bella, Bella.’ Well, I wanted her to be my Bella.”

From The Silence of the Lambs, Chapter 51
“They had met in Livorno, Italy. He was Army, she NATO staff, and she was Phyllis then. They walked on the quays and a boatman called ‘Bella’ across the glittering water and shew as always Bella to him after that. She was only Phyllis when they disagreed.”


Hannibal: “When I was a young man I was aware one of my teachers had stomach cancer even before he was.”

There appears to be mounting evidence that canines can detect very low concentrations of alkanes and aromatic compounds generated by cancerous tumors.


Beverly: “Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven’s claws.”

From the poem “A Feast of Friends” by Jim Morrison published in An American Prayer (1970), and released as a song on The Doors ninth album also called An American Prayer in 1978.


Hannibal: “Still, you feel more betrayed by Jack than by your own body.”

Bella: “I don’t feel betrayed by Jack. And there’s no point in being mad at cancer for being cancer.”

Hannibal: “Sure there is.”

Bella: “Cancer isn’t cruel. Tiny cell wanders off from my liver, gets lost, finds its way into my lung where it’s just trying to do its job and...grow a liver.”

Hannibal: “What it grows and where it’s growing it will likely kill you.” Bella: “Not ‘likely’. It will kill me, and no amount of blueberries or antioxidants can change that now.”

Hannibal: “But you hold Jack accountable for his inability to cure cancer. Should I have said his inability to save you? Would that be more accurate?”

Bella: “I am slowly shrinking, while this tiny thing grows larger every day. And yet I feel fine.”

Hannibal: “You will feel fine...up until the precise moment you don’t.”

Bella: “It’s a...really very dull story, though, isn’t it? The ending is always the same, and that same is that it ends.”

Hannibal: “So, you withdraw from your relationship with your husband, the man who strolled along the quays of Livorno, Italy, and called you Bella.”

In The Silence of the Lambs, Chapter 5 it is revealed that Bella is very sick and Jack stays up at night to take care of her.

In Chapter 10, it’s revealed she’s terminally ill.

In Chapter 45, Bella wakes from her sleep and quickly stops breathing.

In Chapter 51:

"The wake's tomorrow evening. Service is Saturday at eleven o'clock."
Golby nodded. "There's a UNICEF memorial, Jack, a fund. You want it to read Phyllis or Bella, we'll do it any way you like."
"Bella, John. Let's make it Bella."
They had met in Livorno, Italy. He was Army, she NATO staff, and she was Phyllis then. They walked on the quays and a boatman called "Bella" across the glittering water and she was always Bella to him after that.


Hannibal: “You want to feel such sweet and easy peace. The angel maker wants that same peace. He hopes to feel his way cautiously inside and then find it’s endless, all around him.”

From Red Dragon, Chapter 27
“Francis, scrubbing himself at the chicken-yard pump, had never felt such sweet and easy peace. He felt his way cautiously into it and found that the peace was endless and all around him.”


Will: “Did you just smell me?”

Is Will sick? Does he have cancer or some other illness, or possibly a mental illness; some forms of schizophrenia produce an unusual “trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid” smell.


Hannibal: “That smells like something with a ship on the bottle.”
Will: “Well, I keep getting it for Christmas.”

From Red Dragon, Chapter 7
Graham had stared through the bars for about five seconds when Lecter opened his eyes and said, “That’s the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court.” “I keep getting it for Christmas.”
“That shaving lotion is something a child would select. It has a ship on the bottle, doesn’t it?”


Mrs. Budish: “He had a near-death experience. He suffocated in a fire when he was a little boy. Fireman said he must’ve had a guardian angel.”

Will: “Where did this happen?”

Mrs. Budish: “Um… a farm… where he grew up.”

For Dolarhyde’s childhood read Red Dragon, Chapters 25-27
For the fire read Red Dragon, Chapter 48
Might be a stretch to draw similarities between Francis Dolarhyde’s childhood and Elliot Budish’s. But Dolarhyde did sort of grow up on a farm, and he fakes his own death at the end of the novel by burning his grandmother’s mansion to the ground.


Will: “...And then maybe I’ll find a job as a diesel mechanic in a boatyard.”

From Red Dragon, Chapter 1
When he finally got out of the hospital, Graham resigned ftom the Federal Bureau of Investigation, left Washington and found a job as a diesel mechanic in the boatyard at Marathon in the Florida Keys. It was a trade he grew up with. He slept in a trailer at the boat-yard until Molly and her good ramshackle house on Sugarloaf Key.

and again in Red Dragon, Chapter 10
More than a month had passed since they were killed. What had he been doing then? Putting a pair of diesels in a sixty-five foot Rybovich hull, signaling to Ariaga in the crane to come down another half-inch.


Will: “I can make myself look but the thinking is shutting down.”

From Red Dragon, Chapter 1
“No. You know-having to look. It’s always bad, but you get so you can function anyway, as long as they’re dead. The hospital, interviews, that’s worse. You have to shake it off and keep on thinking. I don’t believe I could do it now. I could make myself look, but I’d shut down the thinking.”


Elliot Buddish: “I can give you… the majesty of a true becoming.”

From Red Dragon, Chapter 11
“For Lecter, alone among all men, might have the sensitivity and experience to understand the glory, the majesty of Dolarhyde’s Becoming.”

All Annotations of "Coquilles" written by Damian Gordon, with the exception of the RED ANNOTATIONS which are contributed by Joshwa Walton.

Revised by Joshwa Walton 2015.

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