'Dickens ‘Great Expectations’ Essay\r'

'Pip’s mark of the events that took place after visiting expend Havisham My Uncle Pumblechook took me to the space of except Havisham. The initial image I had was of a dismal house made from old brick with the windows twain bricked up or barred and with a disused brewery at the side of the property. Obviously once a gilded house it was now beginning to rumple and decay. A very(prenominal) beautiful young miss called Estella met me. Although only my age she moderatemed to delight in affair me ‘boy’.\r\nShe told me the Manor house in like manner had the give ear ‘Satis House’ which in Greek, Latin or Hebrew means ‘Enough house’ and she claimed that whoever had this house would regard for nothing, I plant this a curious fact. I went in through the side door as the great entrance had two bars across it. I followed Estella who was holding a single cd along profane passages, where all twenty-four hour period was excluded. at once Estella and I arrived at a door, she left me in pitch black grievous me scornfully she didn’t want to go in. I was nervous and apprehensive, even so given no other choice I knocked at the door.\r\nOnce told to enter I found myself in a large dark room in which initially my eyes focused on a draped congealing table festooned with more objects. On further observations I spotted an armc whisker, academic session in which, I saw the strangest lady I had ever seen before and knew I ever would again. habilimented(p) all in white the bridal dress she wore must have once been worn by a young wo humanness, however now it was seen on an old women whose shrunken body was mere climb and bones. All I could conjure up was the comparability of Miss Havisham to a waxwork skeleton, now in ‘the ashes of a rich dress’.\r\nThe bridal dresses luxurious ‘fabrics’ of satin, lace and silk were now yellow, faded and paper-thin, and added to this the flower s in her hair and veil gave me the uncomfortable feeling that the women was now dressed in her grave clothes. When Miss Havisham’s dark eyes feloned to anticipate at me I felt utter alarm and wanted to shout, entirely nothing came out. With my eyes still intently pickings in the untidy room, with clothes and personal do scattered around and with one shoe on her foot and the other on the table, I gave Miss Havisham my name and told her I had fill in to play.\r\nAs I was told to come nearer I noted that both her watch and room clock had stopped at twenty minutes to nine, I wondered why this would be? Although afraid of her I felt the necessity to take a breather when she asked if I was afraid of her, the fact she hadn’t seen solar day since before I was born only accentuated my apprehension of her. As she touched her heart it reminded me of the young man and when she told me it was broken I saw her face bring with a weird boastful smile.\r\nI had come to play, t o entertain Miss Havisham, but I didn’t know what to do, she fantasy that I was being very sullen and obstinate, however I told her that I was begrimed for her and was finding everything new, strange and melancholy. I had to call Estella as Miss Havisham told us to play cards together. As I could only play ‘Beggar my dwell’ Estella’s’ contempt of me seemed to grow, I was merely a ‘labouring boy’ and one that called a ‘ squat’ a ‘Jack’. Why did she think so little of me and make me feel conscience for the freshman time of my coarse hands and common boots?\r\nMiss Havisham appeared to watch us in a mesmerised expression, like that of a corpse, as though her solid body and soul had dropped and mere daylight would turn her to dust. I had to whisper to Miss Havisham what I thought of Estella and realised that although she was very pretty I also found her very proud and insulting, although deep devour I realis ed I would like to see her again. I did hear Miss Havisham earlier telling Estella she could break my heart if she desired, I wonder what she meant by this?\r\nI had a great wish to go home, but on Miss Havisham’s postulate I have agreed to return in six days. Being without natural light, I well-nigh thought it must be dark remote so I was hit by the daylight when re-entering the courtyard. On orders from Miss Havisham, Estella brought me some food, however the take in she gave me was one that I felt such chagrin and hurt that tears sprang to my eyes. Realising I was morally bare-ass and timid seemed to bring pleasure to Estella and she enjoyed treating me as though I was a disgraced dog.\r\nFeeling give way from the food I was again aware of the integral oppressive wilderness, a crooked pigeon house, with no pigeons, no animals, just a total emptiness. In the brewery grammatical construction I saw Estella above in the head and hanging a figure of the old women in he r faded white apparel, when I turned to look again enormous fear hit me, it had vanished! fearsome to go Estella unlocked the door for me, she appeared so superordinate to me and seeing me cry seemed to fuel her need to berate me even more. I just felt my conceit was at an all time low, I simply have despicable habits and I’m more ignorant than I had ever realised.\r\n'