Great Expectations Quote Response

“When you say you love me, I know what you mean, as a form of words; but nothing more. You address nothing in my breast, you touch nothing there.”(Addressing Pip, from Estella.) This is Miss Havisham’s work of vengeance. This is the creature she made with her hate. Estella is not a human being anymore, rather an entity of Miss Havisham’s anger, with no heart and no emotions other than hate and malice. Estella truly lost her humanity when she lost the ability to love, rather becoming a demonic embodiment of another’s spite. The simple reason why Estella had no heart is because of Miss Havisham’s grudge. When one loses the ability to forgive, their evil can grow so strong as to taint others, creating an impenetrable blackness within their soul, pierceable by only one light, what they rejected in the first place: forgiveness.

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Wemmick's personality

Wemmick's split personality has ties with the phrase "keeping work and pleasure seperate is the key to success." If he is a collector, how ruthless can he be to someone who he feels sorry for? And how can he keep his mind on work if he is thinking about home life? Therefore, he washes the good side away and simply allows every flaw he has take over, so he can go forth wothout the hindrance of emotion. Dickens is trying to show the cruel air of buisnessmen in London, as they will go so low as to take rings from a widow, the last memory of a lonely soul's former companion, without regret or a second thought. This is all part of the main character, Pip's, experiences in London. Dickens is portraying just how much of a scummy bunch of soulless, compassionless theives and murderers the citizens of London were. Even if Wemmick is really a nice person at home, a man's actions define who he is, and no matter how pure he is at home, it will never make up for the sins he commits when he is at work.

Wemmick, while trying to seperate thoughts of home, instead strangles off his good side, and it even starts to affect him at home, as evidenced when he talks happily about the rings that adorn the chain on his watch, saying despite not beind worth much, they were still a possession he could take as payment, even from the poorest of the poor. Dickens is still communicating the idea of the citizens of London's impurity. Even though Wemmick has a good side, it may never surface again if he continues supressing it so cruelly.

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Stream of Conciousness

A valley, a great depression in the earth surrounded by forest, like a muddy footprint amongst the grass that is the trees around it. The clouds are moving quickly above me, rushing across the dim noon sky in long, skinny, light grey streaks. Down in the valley, however, I would feel none of this commotion of life above sea level, only isolation as if I were inside a bubble beneath the earth's surface, with no cares or worries, but also forever being alone and purposeless in life, with isolation greater than any other. As I try to understand the magnitude of this, a drop of rain falls gently on my head, and yet startles me, as I realize just how long I had been staring over this great, muddy footprint.

I feed a flame within, which so torments me
That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me:
'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.
Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,
But they fall silently, like dew on roses.

Thus, to prevent my Love from being cruel,
My heart's the sacrifice, as 'tis the fuel;
And while I suffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.

On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
While I conceal my love no frown can fright me.
To be more happy I dare not aspire,
Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher.

The Good Earth- Chap. 1

This book seems very tragic from the start. Firstly, the woman he pays a rich family to wed, who is their servant, he hadn't met until the day of matrimony. In addition,to fit in with society, he has to be as mean as he can to her short of beating her, although he is unwilling to do so. Being forced to treat someone one respects is a virtual nightmare. Even Wang's father is cruel and spiteful towards Wang and everything. Even the world hates his true form, only respecting and acting civil towards those they can suck up to for money,like leeches in their greed for what they live off of. Not once would a robbery opportunity be passed up in this cruel,dog-eat-dog world, where only the strong and devious get the money to live well. No one would want to live in this kind of place, where the only peace is in isolation, far away from the wretched scum that dominate the city.

Even far out in his home, outside of town, the greed never stops. ''Why are you wasting tea? It's like eating silver.'' This is the greed of his own father insisting not to give him tea. He is so greedy for money he tries to refuse a luxury such as tea out of lust for money. A world without true emotion. Only money.

A Jury of her Peers

This short story is centered around the idea of payback. When Minnie's bird, a canary, is strangled, that is a massive wad of symbolism, as death by strangulation is what it repersents: slow, painful death, and a canary symbolizes FREEDOM AND INTELLECT, meaning the author is trying to show the suffering of Minnie due to the slow constriction of what she "breathed", singing. Thus, she tortured him with a painful death the way he tortured her with her lack of freedom.

My stream of conciousness for today

There is a dark and looming shape on the horizon, its impure aura penetrating the thick fog like a bolt of lightning. This shape is a twisted mass of stone pillars and arches, once a stronghold of our finest troops, now corrupted by the hand of greed. I fear the power that emanates from this evil , caused by short-sightedness and disregard for who our enemies really are. I fear going into battle against our own men, following the darkness from fear of its power. I can't trust my friend of childhood even, who may even want me dead, as he is a bounty hunter, only living for accumulation of wealth.