Now, Maria!
This is such a direct command and Maria showed her obedience to this word just like what she behaved in front of her destiny.
Now, Maria!
This is such a direct command and Maria showed her obedience to this word just like what she behaved in front of her destiny.
One got the prayer-book and the other three got the water; and when one of the next-door girls got the ring
I think there are different representations in this game: prayer book for religions, ring for marriage, and water for journey maybe?
She was about to explore another life with Frank.
She is keeping persuading herself to leave Dublin and elope with Frank, by imagining a brand new life. And maybe it shows in her subconsciousness she actually does not want to go.
clenching my fists
This detail description really shows the anxiety and decisiveness of 'me': he just couldn't wait to go.
I remarked their English accents and listened vaguely to their conversation. “O, I never said such a thing!” “O, but you did!” “O, but I didn’t!” “Didn’t she say that?” “Yes. I heard her.” “O, there’s a… fib!”
Though he went there only to see his puppy love, but the trivial details like this at that time are so vivid and till today 'I' still can recall that. This feels so real, happening in our own lives.
body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires
I'm so impressed by the using of synaesthesia here.
I wouldn’t say he was exactly
This hesitation, along with the following 'I'll tell you my opinion', are so subtle in telling the readers that this remark may be unfriendly to the dead person.
look at the little house in Great Britain Street. It was an unassuming shop
Maybe we can still find it in Dublin today!
THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke
No time, no place, no any other background, just a ‘there’. Its very ‘Joyce’.
said the fat man
He's just like a threatened caution of 'time' itself that appears at the girl's first ball.
“I want to stop,” she said in a breathless voice. The fat man led her to the door.
The fat man is a metaphor for the fast passing time. Though the protagonist is still an adolescent girl, it just keeps chasing her, leaving no chances for her to breathe.
you can’t hope to last anything like as long as that
I think here is making a contrast of the fat man's aging to the protagonist's adolescence.
Pretty terrific for London
William is quite content about their lives in London. It can also been seen in the following chapters that though he tries to mend the family relationship, he still prefers the 'city' and his work.
But she felt that even the grave bedroom knew her for what she was, shallow, tinkling, vain
but also 'fashionable' as what the title writes in a sarcastic way. The relationship between her and William has been deteriorated already.
went through the French windows
On one side, it's depicting a typical bourgeois family at that time; on the other side, maybe this is echoing back the title, as well as Isabel's changes after going to Paris.
“You must let me have it just as it is, entire, for my new book,” said Dennis firmly. “I shall give it a whole chapter.”
Really sounds like a typical cynical hippy artist in novels and movies.
She couldn’t bear sitting in a car.
She cannot put up with being placed in a passive position any longer.
I murmured
Who am I? What do I do? The identity and gender of 'I' are ambiguous all through this story.
If mother had lived, might they have married?
Here is a long chapter of psychological depiction again. I think the style is really similar to the typical consciousness-flow ones of James Joyce.
“Cyril only wanted to tell you, father dear, that his father is still very fond of meringues.”
It's so amusing that this novel keeps concentrating on depicting trivial things and characters are so serious about them.
that week
It happened all in different times and spaces. Fragmented narratives of this novel make it look like a work of consciousness-flow.
“Do you think father would mind if we gave his top-hat to the porter?”
Their father never existed in person in this novel( because he already died of course). Throughout the whole novel there're not direct expression of his personality either, all expressed through what two daughters said and did.
said the little creature
Here is echoing with the 'poor creature' that Mrs.Sheridan mentioned before.
Hope comes to Die
Comparing with the true death of the worker in the following chapter, this lyric is so ironic.
Good. One o’clock. Bye-bye.
Kitty herself’s voice is absent throughout the whole phone call.
Perhaps he wouldn’t mind so much if the band was quite small.
Laura’s cautiousness and her class consciousness are depicted vividly here.
Four men in their shirt-sleeves stood grouped together on the garden path. They carried staves covered with rolls of canvas, and they had big tool-bags slung on their backs.
Short sleeves, canvas rolls, big tool bags are all on the contrary to the green turban, a silk petti coat and a kimono jacket. What a strong contrast.
The side kept hidden from the general notice, exhibited this same gentleman in the totally different character of a man of pleasure, with a villa in the suburbs which was not taken in his own name, and with a lady in the villa, who was not taken in his own name, either.
This reminds me of Miss Clack. The satirical tone describing her devotion to the religion can also be used to refer to her obsession towards Godfrey, sanctimonious and hypocritical.
So the years pass, and repeat each other; so the same events revolve in the cycles of time.
Here is indicating the karma I guess, adding some mysteriousness of Eastern philosophy like Hinduism and Buddhism.
Imagine the moonlight of the East, pouring in unclouded glory over all
Such a description of Oriental mysticism. This kind of vice created also makes the final epilogue coherence to the 'legend' told in the beginning.
ROBINSON CRUSOE
Finally, the last time! Again, it is still interesting to think about that this colonial novel is mentioned SO MANY TIMES in such a context of Indian diamond's theft in Britain.
What Robinson Crusoe’s wife did, or did not do, “then,” I felt no desire to discover. I scored the bit about the Child with my pencil, and put a morsel of paper for a mark to keep the place; “Lie you there,” I said, “till the marriage of Mr. Franklin and Miss Rachel is some months older–and then we’ll see!”
I feel it so interesting for him to make an analogy between Robinson Crusoe and Franklin, and they have got something in common indeed: they both had a long time overseas experience. How will Betteredge view the position of himself in this book?
“NOW, sir, do you believe in ROBINSON CRUSOE?” I asked, with a solemnity, suitable to the occasion.
This is almost one of the last several times we see Robinson Crusoe I guess. Betteredge does worship this book like it's a religion. He finished this story right where he began, with coherence forming a closed loop.
It is reported here, that you and Miss Verinder are to be married next month.
Luckily it is a happy ending for Blake and Rachel.
And then he said–not bitterly–that he would die as he had lived, forgotten and unknown.
Here we can see the tragicness of this character, Ezra Jennings, determined when he was born and following him throughout his life. A tragic character is also an essential element in today's normal detective stories I think.
As to your cousin’s death, then, first.
As a detective, his narrative is very organized.
It is a face disguised–and here’s a proof of it!
Usually when this kind of plots appears, we're close to the truth now
No use! There was the door still locked–and not a sound to be heard in the room!
These several sentences from the landlord keep emphsizing the absence of the sailor, which in a detective novel indicates that he may already die in the room.
With that apology, the lawyer had gone back to his own room, and had immersed himself obstinately in his black bag. I thought of Mrs. Merridew and her embroidery, and of Betteredge and his conscience.
Here are several pair of images of Victorian British upper class people in the eye of Ezra as an 'outsider', especially the lawyer's black bag and madam's embroidery are so representative.
My personal appearance (as usual) told against me. Mr. Bruff’s distrust looked at me plainly enough out of Mr. Bruff’s eyes. Being well used to producing this effect on strangers, I did not hesitate a moment in saying what I wanted to say
Ezra is not a 'pure British' and he has to deal with this identity issue all the time, which must be much harder in that era than nowadays.
(making allowances for me at every step)
Interesting parenthetical expressions.
“Sir,” he said gravely, “there are great allowances to be made for a man who has not read ROBINSON CRUSOE since he was a child.
It's nearly the most obvious description of Betteredge's clinging to Robinson Crusoe from other characters' perspectives! And Bet's words are so... Victorian-subtle-style judgemental.
Will you forgive an old friend and servant of your family
As a family attorney, he's professional and cares a lot about Rachel. Meanwhile, he also puts out the problems straightforward.
I claimed perfect freedom to use my own discretion
A carefully worded expression exactly from an attorney.
ladylike
This word appears three times in Miss.Clack's description of Rachel
I was so painfully uncertain whether it was my first duty to close my eyes, or to stop my ears, that I did neither.
This unexpected revealing of her true sentiments makes me have some sympathy for her.
I put a book near the matches on one side, and a book under the box of chocolate drops on the other. Whether she wanted a light, or whether she wanted a drop, there was a precious publication to meet her eye, or to meet her hand, and to say with silent eloquence, in either case, “Come, try me! try me!”
She is CRAZY.
Not the cruellest scoffer of them all could doubt now. Much better as it was! Oh, surely, surely, much better as it was!
Wonderful psychological depiction of irony.
“This is my fault! I must set it right. I have sacrificed myself–I had a right to do that, if I liked. But to let an innocent man be ruined; to keep a secret which destroys his character for life–Oh, good God, it’s too horrible! I can’t bear it!”
Here comes another small highlight of the whole moonstone theft. Rachel may be the person knowing something instead of the real thief.
unbecomingly flushed
It is more interesting to consider that this description comes from Miss Clack than the word 'unbecomingly' itself.
less fortunate than Mr. Godfrey
If we look up the word frequency of 'Mr.Godfrey' in Miss Clack's narrative, the result number must be astonishing.
Christian fingers
The way Miss Clack uses 'Christian' needs to be paid some attention to.
When we are isolated and poor, we are not infrequently forgotten.
It can bee seen Miss Clack is not in a very good financial situation, which she has some grumbles about her rich relatives.
I am an average good Christian, when you don’t push my Christianity too far.
It's so interesting to look at the expression 'average good' and 'when you don't push so far' to analyze the personality of Bertteredge.
But compare the hardest day’s work you ever did with the idleness that splits flowers and pokes its way into spiders’ stomachs, and thank your stars that your head has got something it MUST think of, and your hands something that they MUST do.
Here I can sense some sarcasm towards the gentlefolks in Victorian times,Britain for their idleness and their careless cruelness (Many of them are Christians so here is also hypocrisy). Meanwhile. Outside the state, the way the British army treat colonized people like Indians in this novel is like how the gentlefolks treated insects.
As for Mr. Franklin and Miss Rachel, they tortured nothing, I am glad to say. They simply confined themselves to making a mess; and all they spoilt, to do them justice, was the panelling of a door.
Maybe this couple is a little bit different from other couples in upper class? This may set a stage for the future going of the story.
whistling the tune of “The Last Rose of Summer” softly to himself
Description of details makes the image more life-like.
His walk was soft; his voice was melancholy; his long lanky fingers were hooked like claws.
A concise and explicit description of the detective's appearance that suits this character well, especially this pair of 'hooked fingers'. The simple and direct sentences remind me of Hemingway's style, in spite of some difference.
“Come into my room, Rachel, the first thing to-morrow morning,
Something MUST be happening tonight, like the diamond being stolen.
Rachel’s best friend and Rachel’s worst enemy are, one and the other–Rachel herself.
A portrait of Rachel's personality, independent, reserved and mysterious, which may have something to do with the diamond and sets the stage for what is happening next simultaneously.
He declared, in his boastful way, that we should see the Diamond on his finger, if the English army took Seringapatam.
Here is using an oriental ancient tale as the background information of this yellow diamond, to emphasize its mystique and preciousness. Considering it is coming from a British novel, combined with the English invaders in Seringapatam, I can sniff some implication of orientalism and colonism here.
related by GABRIEL BETTEREDGE, house-steward in the service of JULIA, LADY VERINDER
Here starts another narrative of another relevant character. Will this novel be composed of stories from different witnesses?
a Family Paper
The prologue is a family paper of a first-person narrative, which is common way to begin a mystery story. I start to wonder what will happen in the next.