Wednesday, April 27
Frustrated with Fairlie
There have been few times that I have been really truly utterly FRUSTRATED with a character. My first time was in Wuthering Heights, and I was exasperated with Linton Heathcliffe, to the extent that I wanted to scratch his sickly, pathetic eyes out with my fingernails! Even just remembering his little vile words, so full of death and revolting pride and blatant lack of even the tiniest drop of empathy, and I want to clench my fists. Good on Emily Bronte for getting me so emotionally involved. And now, my second and last time to be frustrated, I am hardly involved in The Woman in White at all, (I've been thinking of other things), and I feel that Mr. Fairlie is just the most miserly, pathetic, grovelling old dirtbag ever brought to life! Oh I hate him! I'm sorry, but I really needed to unload some exsasperation!