#kidnapped stevenson

[pyshechkapushkova]

So

Can anyone recall this one Catriona scene where Alan says one more goodbye to David? WELL, have anyone ever payed any attention to

“I have a tryst to keep,” I continued. “I am trysted with your cousin Charlie; I have passed my word.” “Braw trysts that you’ll can keep,” said Alan. “Ye’ll just mistryst aince and for a’ with the gentry in the bents. And what for?” he went on with an extreme threatening gravity. “Just tell me that, my mannie! Are ye to be speerited away like Lady Grange? Are they to drive a dirk in your inside and bury ye in the bents? Or is it to be the other way, and are they to bring ye in with James? Are they folk to be trustit? Would ye stick your head in the mouth of Sim Fraser and the ither Whigs?” he added with extraordinary bitterness. “Alan,” cried I, “they’re all rogues and liars, and I’m with ye there. The more reason there should be one decent man in such a land of thieves! My word is passed, and I’ll stick to it. I said long syne to your kinswoman that I would stumble at no risk. Do ye mind of that?—the night Red Colin fell, it was. No more I will, then. Here I stop. Prestongrange promised me my life: if he’s to be mansworn, here I’ll have to die.” “Aweel aweel,” said Alan.

SCENE?

And it is followed by Alan's attempt to get David with him and David's refusing, AND THE POINT IS THAT ALAN SILENTLY AGREES WITH HIM ANS SAYS NOTHING MORE

HE LITERALLY LEAVES HIS BEST (ONLY) FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY WHERE HE IS AN OUTLAW, MAKING RELATIONSHIPS WITH A GIRL WHO'S FATHER IS AN OUTLAW, BEING READY TO GET KILLED BY OUTLAWS WHO ARE PAYED BY LAWYERS

AND FOR HIM "No Aln I'll not go wth u I have a grlfrnd' IS WAY MORE SERIOUS THAN FACT THAT DAVID CAN DIE

FOR HIM DAVID'S DECISION MATTERS MORE

IT'S SUCH A HIGH DEGREE OF TRUST

...

And actually he is kinda ready for David's death, so probably all the time Davie didn't write to him he thought that he was dead because there was nobody to tell him it but David...

HE IS READY FOR HIS DEATH

HE IS READY FOR JAMES'S DEATH TOO

WAIT IT'S GETTING MORE SERIOUS THAN I THOUGHT

[rangerpippin]

Happy 174th birthday!

[lurking-latinist]

Remember when we did Kidnapped Weekly and I tried to find all the songs mentioned in Kidnapped! and Catriona? Well, I put them all together into a playlist on Spotify (except the tune Stevenson gives for "Alan's Air," which I don't know of having been recorded professionally):

[immediatebreakfast]

Even if they are one timed characters, I just can't stop thinking about the irony of Hyde's crimes being discovered then tracked with the help of two servant women.

The younger and innocent maid traumatized by such cruel violence when her mind was at most peace, and the older much experienced head maid delighted by these turns of events.

Invisible women with crucial, yet at the eyes of the upper class invisible jobs. I do even think that in a crueler novel the young maid would have been the victim of Hyde's murderous rage towards her honest living, but RLS made a huge point by making sir Danvers Carew the victim, and not the maid.

By making this young maid the spectator of Hyde's murder it really drive the point of huge was the misstep of letting all of those emotions explode at seeing once again the antithesis of Hyde as a mask, Jekyll as a man, and how all of these hidden actions affect everyone around him whenever he wants or not.

The young maid was honest, she was feeling romantic, she was not hiding anything from anyone, she was watching the moon until she saw how the light reflected sir Danvers Carew's kidness, and revealed Hyde's rage. She told everything that happened to the police, and get this, Hyde probably doesn't even know how the police knew it was him, he didn't even notice the young maid by the window, but she recognized him.

Then there is the older head maid, the one working for mister Hyde in Soho surrounded by poverty, and day to day survival. Could you imagine being her? Serving Hyde when he is at that home with such efficent façade? Seeing the hypocrisy of a despicable upper class man putting serious money into transforming the inside of his Soho house (because she probably knows that the house is only a hiding place) into a place of pure luxury, and not use it while her neighbors don't know if they would eat at night?

“A flash of odious joy appeared upon the woman’s face. “Ah!” said she, “he is in trouble! What has he done?”

The head maid doesn't try to even defend her employer, she doesn't try to be privy or to direct Utterson, and the inspector quietly into the house to keep up appaerances. It only took one single push from Utterson to change the response "it's impossible to see his rooms" to "he fucked up?? Please come in and search everything!"

No wonder the woman was so happy to see an officer of the law come to the house. Who knows how Hyde treated her when he was there, considering that he is a way for Jekyll to let himself feel free of any guilt for his impulses, and inhibitions.

Maybe Hyde thought of himself as untouchable because he was only dewling on the under belly of London, where he thought that he could get away with anything. However, at the reminder of his hypocrisy towards morality, and how he is an outlier regarding his "needs" of self divide in the form of sir Danvers Carew, Hyde forgot something.

Hyde forgot how he couldn't resist to keep his upper class lifestyle, and how with the upper class lifestyle comes the "need" of having servants around you, the very servants that will watch everything that you do, whenever it's on accident or on purpose.

[nothoughtsjusthoffstrahm]

Guys,,, what if,,, what if Brit and Mallick actually became Jigsaw apprentices after their trap as well 👀👀👀

[roses-red-and-pink]

I walked right up to the table and put my hand on his shoulder. “Do ye want to be killed?” said I.

I just love Davie. No preamble. Straight to the point. I’m just imagining this guys face when this kid comes and asks him so politely “do you want to be killed?”. Probably wondering if it’s a threat or a warning lol

[pyshechkapushkova]

Im tired as hell but i really wanted to do it so

No subs but

Sun in the eyes,

Forget offences

Tell me, how I lived

And what I have seen

Sun in the eyes,

Forget offences

Tell me, how I lived

And what I have seen

[dandelionsandderivatives]

"Lady Allardyce," said I, "for that I suppose to be your name, you seem to do the two sides of the talking, which is a very poor manner to come to an agreement. You give me rather a home thrust when you ask if I would marry, at the gallows' foot, a young lady whom I have seen but the once. I have told you already I would never be so untenty as to commit myself. And yet I'll go some way with you. If I continue to like the lass as well as I have reason to expect, it will be something more than her father, or the gallows either, that keeps the two of us apart. As for my family, I found it by the wayside like a lost bawbee! I owe less than nothing to my uncle; and if ever I marry, it will be to please one person: that's myself."

"Obviously I'm too young to commit to a relationship, especially as I might be hanged soon, but I could definitely see myself dying rather than leave her."

[rangerpippin]

It's about love it's about mutual respect it's about finally being able to listen to and hear and learn from someone who sincerely believes something you never even considered could be right, because you've come to know firsthand that he lives his life with integrity and compassion.

It's about the strain of holding onto a friendship across an ever widening canyon of differing loyalties and knowing that if you ever pressed the issue your friendship wouldn't survive. It's about the moment when a tiny incident, barely even cause for an argument, pushes the strain to the breaking point until tempers flare and words that have been swallowed down for as long as you've known one another come bubbling close to the surface

It's about knowing, knowing, that if you ever failed to bite your tongue, this friend that you love whose life you've laid yours down for and who's laid his life down for you would never ever forgive you, because unforgiveness and feuds and taking offenses that are only settled at the point of a sword is the rhythm by which he lives his life. It's about when you've taken so much and been pushed so far past what you can endure by the hardships you've lived through together and boiled so hot in the anger that wasn't even about the incident you think it was caused by, that has been bubbling for so much longer. It's about when you know it's already too late to get back anything you've lost and at least you'll go out without having swallowed any more teeth

It's about the moment after, after you've done it all, after the volcano has erupted, after you've burned the bridge and said the unforgivable thing and done the unforgivable act, after you've made sure there's no way back, when you realize it wasn't too late after all, it was never too late, but now it is

It's about reaching the point of no return only by what you did once you thought you had already passed it

It's about knowing that forgiveness is already out of your reach, having nothing at all to offer, knowing that you're the one to blame and that you have no strength left to fix everything, but out of utter helplessness asking anyway

And finding, by asking, that asking was all you ever had to do

It's about doing the unforgivable and being forgiven anyway, and finding that forgiveness has given you back more than you had lost

It's about the friendship that came out of the storm being stronger than the one that had never entered it

It's about the moment when one of you needing help that you could no longer hope to deserve is the excuse you both need to forgive, the way that a minor incident was the excuse to have the fight in the first place

It's about a friendship that you never wanted to test for fear that it wouldn't survive was tested anyway, and came out stronger

[lurking-latinist]

Even if you didn’t quite follow “The Tale of Tod Lapraik,” here’s a version of it you might enjoy: I printed it (from a printer, not letterpress this time, maybe someday!) for binding practice! I wanted to make a TINY BOOK and I had some marbled paper that I made at a paper marbling class. So look:

[pedanther]

All I can think is, Davie's taken remarkably good care of those letters from his boyhood, to still have them after all the adventures he's been through where he's often had nothing but what he stood up in.

[red-umbrella-811]

Without venturing an opinion on which side David should pick, I DEFINITELY think he needs to pick one. jfc.

[roses-red-and-pink]

But it was now or never; and just as they swang the yard, I cried out: “Take that!” and shot into their midst

True 17 year old behaviour.

[pyshechkapushkova]

Absolutely nobody:

Soviet Alan Breck Stewart after singing a song about Alan's sword (with a stress on the second a, like alAn), trying to duel another Stevenson's character, shouting "I'm sorry, but I can't help seeing these damned Campbells everywhere" and reading outloud a part from the original for 20 minutes: guys you know that I still slayed

[dandelionsandderivatives]

Thereupon he stood up in the midst with his face to the door, and drawing his great sword, made trial of the room he had to wield it in. “I must stick to the point,” he said, shaking his head; “and that’s a pity, too. It doesn’t set my genius, which is all for the upper guard. And, now,” said he, “do you keep on charging the pistols, and give heed to me.”

Alan, faced with dreadful odds, trapped in strange enemy territory: Yeah, my fighting won't look as awesome here. It's a pity.

[rangerpippin]

great acts of heroism (reading my favorite book that no one has ever heard of) followed by great acts of treason (disagreeing with my opinions about it)