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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.
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:
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
"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."
there are certain things that must be present in an adaptation of david:
he has So Much Conscience
he has so many EMOTIONS
he is built like the side of a barn
he is as autistic as a sackful of cats
he will get sick if someone coughs in the same county as him
he's just a little guy. he's just a little GUY. he's kind and loving and just trying to do the right thing and in way over his head and everyone who sees him wants to protect him
he is so brave. he's so so brave. you can't make him back down no matter how much you frighten him, if he's sure that what he's doing is right
his worst flaw is that he's very prideful and prone to self-righteousness. his second worst is that he's got a temper and he's very prone to mouthing off when he loses it
he's on a hair trigger when it comes to laying down his life, his honor, and everything else he has for anyone who needs help, even if it's already too late.
not a single adaptation I've seen yet has understood all of these things. most have gotten a few of them, and a few have gotten most of them. but the search continues
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.
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.
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