11/24/09

Caricature - Cassie

Josephine, Estella's younger, more timid sister. She tends not to break hearts as often as Estella, and has a secret infatuation with Pip; he is, however, oblivious to this fact. Point of view of Pip.

At the appointed time I returned to Miss Havisham's. I had expected my ring at the gate to bring out Estella, but this time I encountered nothing such. I again rang the bell, but again the household took no notice of me.

I was about to take my leave when a stranger girl walked hurriedly up to the gate to admit me. She was small, and came no higher than my shoulder. She held herself as if she was watched contemptuously by another. She looked around as if this other would abruptly come from no-where, to yell, or shout, or scold.

She hastily admitted me, analyzing me between glancing about.

"Miss Havisham has sent for me, Miss", I assured the girl. She stood looking at me, and, of course, I stood looking at her.

"I am sure", she returned. "If you would follow me, Mr. Pip."

I followed. "If I could ask where Miss Estella is presently?"

The girl stopped before me. Presently her eyes filled with both anguish and alarm.

"You there, little wretch! Who gave you leave to prowl about?" screeched Estella behind me as she took hold of my arm.

I turned, in her direction; she held me for a moment still before releasing me. "She did... Miss --"; I turned again to the direction of the stranger girl, who had by now taken leave.

"Never mind", said she, condescendingly. "You are to come this way to-day."

Allan's Caricature!

This character is going Preston Scrimshaff. He is going to enter the story as a poor street boy in London, who tries to pickpocket Pip. Pip will be walking down the street with Herbert Pocket and Herbert will notice Preston while he is trying to pickpocket Pip.

He was not well built, hadn’t had a good nights’ sleep in weeks, not the happiest, and can’t do much. Not very clean, intelligent. Opposite of Pip.

Preston is a medium-tall, lanky, slouches, with a mean look on his face. He is very skinny, and looks poorly; dirty hair, dirty, ragged clothes, face is dirty, cuts and bruises everywhere.

This character will twitch his eyes around every now and then, and stutters when he talks. This is because he is constantly on the lookout, as if he is hiding from someone. He stutters because he is always nervous, and is not sure what to say, and because he lacks confidence.

Dialogue:

Pip: What ho then!

Preston: Uh. Uh…. Uh...uh… uh… Hell- hell- hello there good sir!

Pip: Am I to be under the presumption that you were trying to relieve me of my pocket monies?

Preston: Uh, uh, no, s-s-sir, uh no wait uh no yes. Yess. I’m really sorry about that r-r-really. I’m e-eever so sorry.

Pip: Well then, in that case, I will have to report you to the Law. We shan’t have petty thieves in London!

Preston: I’m not a thief!

Pip: Now, I can’t be sure of that!

Preston: Well, If I were a thief, would I be such a bad one that I would get caught? What if you are a thief-f and-d-d-d 32were trying to relieve me of my pocket monies?

Preston: Uh, uh, no, s-s-sir, uh no wait uh no yes. Yess. I’m really sorry about that r-r-really. I’m e-eever so sorry.

Pip: Well then, in that case, I will have to report you to the Law. We shan’t have petty thieves in London!

Preston: I’m not a thief!

Pip: Now, I can’t be sure of that!

Preston: Well, If I were a thief, would I be such a bad one that I would get caught? What if you are a thief-f and-d-d-d 32were trying to relieve me of my pocket monies?

Preston: Uh, uh, no, s-s-sir, uh no wait uh no yes. Yess. I’m really sorry about that r-r-really. I’m e-eever so sorry.

Pip: Well then, in that case, I will have to report you to the Law. We shan’t have petty thieves in London!

Jenny's Caricature

From the perspective of Pip:

During my tenure in London I was given the arduous task of attending an execution by hanging, an event which was all too common in London society. I meandered towards an empty spot amongst the crowd and waited for the condemned to be delivered.


I was quickly taken aback when a raggedy young boy crashed into me. Stumbling back to his feet and dusting the soil from his grubby worn out trousers, the excitable young lad quickly took notice of me. Winking at me, he gave a cheerful “Hallo! Wot s’a gentleman like you doin’ down in here gallows?”


The boy was not older than me, although he was far less tall. His hair was rumpled, as if he had the grave misfortune of encountering Uncle Pumblechook, and his teeth were crooked as if a fight had not gone in his favor. He was not plump, no, quite the opposite really, and reeked of the smell of street urchins.


“Good evening”, I said, trying to sound polite, “perhaps I could ask you the same thing sir. What brings you to Newgate Prison this evening?”


The boy burst into a fit of laugher, being so overcome as to hold onto the lamp post for support. Wiping tears from his eyes, the boy said, “Why I come ‘ere all nights old chap!” I stared at him, unable to comprehend why one would willingly subject himself to such a bizarre hobby.


“You see,” the boy continued, winking once more, “the sight of ‘em criminals getting wot’s comin’ to ‘em, it’s a loverly sight. You see, I want to be a deliv’rer of justice someday, mayhaps a judge and whatnot.”


“Good luck”, I said, genuinely. You see, to my younger self, the boy was just like me: one who was trying to rise from his commonness to become something respected in society, and I couldn’t help but feel a little sympathetic.


“Thankee!” said the boy, winking once more, “it’s not evr’yday that I get ‘em blessings from a gentleman! Anywho, it’s time for me to part.”


As I watched him running through the crowd, I suddenly realized that I did not know his moniker. I quickly dashed after him, finally catching up to him to ask “kind sir, what name do you go by?”


The boy looked at me and said, “Wembley, pleased to make your acquaintance!” We shook hands and went our separate ways.


Caricature – Michael Kan

(From Pip’s view)

I found my way into Smithfield and took to idling in the middle of the sun. Glancing around, nothing seemed out of place. An explosion of birds awoke me from my thoughts and I turned to see a man slam into the ground. He rolled and continued to run across the square, vaulting over crates and such as he ran. The figure wore a white robe and hood with plates of armour that did not belong to any of the authorities. The cleanliness of his robe suggested that he was not a common thief as did his expertise.

Suddenly, the robed man stopped and turned sharply, in my direction. He broke into a dash and I had not enough time to react. Without hesitating, he lunged forward and pushed me into a door, before I even lifted a finger.

“What’s your name?” hissed the robed figure.

Panicking, I blurted out “Pip”.

“Do you have any knowledge about a man named Cephas?”

“No sir.”

The man held me for a second, before releasing me.

“Since you have not screamed for help yet, I assume I shall let you live. My name is Zedock, I’m here for reasons you needn’t know.”

I noticed as he introduced him self, he constantly stretched and relaxed his right hand.

“Do you know the direction to Little Britain?” said Zedock, his tone much calmer then before.

I complied and gave him directions. Zedock said his thanks and swiftly began to scale the wall I was standing near. In but a few seconds he was gone, like a bird.

10/30/09

Charles Dickens - Publishing of Great Expectations

Dickens published Great Expectations on December 1st, 1860 and it ran for 36 installments, ending on August 3, 1861. It was made as a “serialized” book appearing in Harper's Weekly and was released every other week. It was later published by Chapman & Hall.

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Charles Dickens - Events during the writing of Great Expectations

Great Expectations was published in 1861 to resounding approvement from both his critics and fans. The novel also almost directly followed a period of retrospection in Dickens’ life, wherein he burned many personal letters and re-read the most auto-biographical of his novels, David Copperfield. During this time, he was also the publisher and editor of the journals Household Words and All Year Round.

Charles Dickens - Works

His most famous works are: A Tale of Two Cities, Oliver Twist, Great Expectations, The Old Curiosity Shop, David Copperfield, all of which have been widely read all around the world. These books have a range of topics, however most are in the style of 18th Century Gothic Romance, and satires on the British Aristocracy.

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