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  1. Aug 2019
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    1. And if a boy had a girl for a sweetheart and told lies about it then he would give him such a whipping as no boy ever got in this world. He said that there was nothing in this world he would like so well as that.

      Though the old man has been creepy for the entire conversation, it is this sentence that confirms him as a perverted sadist. His earlier fixation on young women, put into context with his fascination with whipping children. sculpts the old man into a truly vile character. He doesn't just think that children need strong discipline, he thinks they need the harshest discipline possible (whipping vs slapping etc.) and takes personal pleasure in dispensing such discipline.

    2. a habit which had made me feel uneasy in the beginning of our acquaintance before I knew him well.

      Another example of a strange depiction that leaves the reader kind of confused about Flynn as a character,

    3. What I mean is,” said old Cotter, “it’s bad for children. My idea is: let a young lad run about and play with young lads of his own age and not be… Am I right, Jack?”

      I find this sentence very interesting because of high it completely recharacterizes Father Flynn's depiction. Until this moment, Father Flynn just seems like a caring community leader, however, this mention of close relationships with young children give Father Flynn a sort of malevolent curiosity. The reader is left unsure of the conflicting reports of Flynn.

    1. They were strangers to him. Life had passed him by. Charlotte was not his wife. His wife!

      I think this sentence reinforces these themes of alienation in a way that is much more sad. Before, he just felt his children were spoiled, but after waking up from his nap and finding himself alone, he realizes that they are not just spoiled, they are strangers. They have lived such different lives and have seen him for so little as the result of Mr. Neaves work that there is simply too large a gulf for him to breach with his family; a profoundly tragic yet common trope.

    2. They were too... too... But all his drowsing brain could think of was—too rich for him.

      I think this sentence perfectly encapsulates the theme of this short story. Though Old Mr. Neave is told by everyone that he has a "perfect family," he feels disconnected from them because his hard work has insulated them during their formative years. All he sees is spoiled rich children, who siphon his money and threaten to destroy everything he has built.

  3. Jul 2019
    1. nd they went through the swing doors, down the passage, to the supper room. Her cheeks burned, she was fearfully thirsty. How sweet the ices looked on little glass plates and how cold the frosted spoon was, iced too! And when they came back to the hall there was the fat man waiting for her by the door. It gave her quite a shock again to see how old he was; he ought to have been on the stage with the fathers and mothers.

      I like how this section highlights Leila's cognitive dissonance on how she imagined a ball vs reality of what a ball is. Her distorted reality has just fallen off a precipice when she encounters the fat, old man, who further disillusions her with the sad realities of balls, dating, and gender relations in the early 20th century.

    2. Leila had learned to dance at boarding school. Every Saturday afternoon the boarders were hurried off to a little corrugated iron mission hall where Miss Eccles (of London) held her “select” classes. But the difference between that dusty-smelling hall—with calico texts on the walls

      I find this very interesting. In contrast to her cousins, Leila has had a very rural and isolated upbringing, only able to practice the manners of high society in a very procedural and unrealistic manner. Now that she is actually confronted by the reality of the ball she begins to realize that high society is much different than the "simulations" at her boarding school.

    3. And he remembered the holidays they used to have, the four of them, with a little farm girl, Rose, to look after the babies. Isabel wore a jersey and her hair in a plait; she looked about fourteen. Lord! how his nose used to peel! And the amount they ate, and the amount they slept in that immense feather bed with their feet locked together... William couldn’t help a grim smile as he thought of Isabel’s horror if she knew the full extent of his sentimentality.

      I find this nostalgic moment of Williams actually very sad. Especially when it is contrasted with his current growing rift between his wife, this story becomes especially sad. Williams isn't actually in love with his wife and the sad reality that he no longer knows her is a reality he is unable to process. Instead, Williams wishes for a long ago moment, he is stuck in memories of the honeymoon phase, without actually trying to get to know his wife any further after the violent emotions of love & lust fade.

    4. Only Bobby Kane lay on the turf at Isabel’s feet. It was dull, stifling; the day drooped like a flag.

      I love this narrator shift! I think it gives the work an interesting duality and makes the work surprisingly modern even though it is nearly a century old. By representing both the woman and the man in the relationship it gives the reader an unbiased tone about the realities of a deteriorating relationship.

    5. Oh, you’re here, still. Isn’t that lucky! You’ve not gone. Isn’t that fine! I’ve had the most dreadful time with—her,” and she waved to her daughter, who stood absolutely still, disdainful, looking down, twiddling her foot on the step, miles away.

      I think this is a great example of how surprisingly modernist Mansfield is as a writer. The mother here wouldn't be out of place in modern times, in which there is less of a focus on women as reproductive machines. Here, the mother disdains her role as mother, wishing she was unburdened by responsibilites so she can have some actual, unrestrained fun on her vacation.

    6. Her dark coat fell open, and her white throat—all her soft young body in the blue dress—was like a flower that is just emerging from its dark bud.

      I found this ending very interesting. The lack of a real conclusion seems fitting relative to the rest of the story, which kind of begins en media res.

    7. Mrs. Kember’s husband was at least ten years younger than she was, and so incredibly handsome that he looked like a mask or a most perfect illustration in an American novel rather than a man. Black hair, dark blue eyes, red lips, a slow sleepy smile, a fine tennis player, a perfect dancer, and with it all a mystery. Harry Kember was like a man walking in his sleep. Men couldn’t stand him, they couldn’t get a word out of the chap; he ignored his wife just as she ignored him. How did he live? Of course there were stories, but such stories! They simply couldn’t be told. The women he’d been seen with, the places he’d been seen in... but nothing was ever certain, nothing definite. Some of the women at the Bay privately thought he’d commit a murder one day. Yes, even while they talked to Mrs. Kember and took in the awful concoction she was wearing, they saw her, stretched as she lay on the beach; but cold, bloody, and still with a cigarette stuck in the corner of her mouth.

      I like how though this paragraph is about a man, he is ultimately unimportant, and used as an unusual tool to explain the character of his wife. The sentence is immediately unusual, with a man 10 years younger than his wife, it implies he is a trophy husband, flipping the trope on its head. Though her husband is described as an enigma, it ultimately just makes her more of a mystery. Who is this woman who "owns" (as it is portrayed with trophy wives) this devilishly attractive man?

    8. Ah-Aah! sounded the sleepy sea. And from the bush there came the sound of little streams flowing, quickly, lightly, slipping between the smooth stones, gushing into ferny basins and out again;

      I like how the author uses a onomatopoeia to start off this paragraph, and then transitions into other descriptions of the distinctive sound of flowing water. It sets the whole novel off with a light tone and poetic style, which suits the narrative landscape she is trying to paint in your mind very well.

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    1. “I am no more answerable for this distressing calamity, my lady, than you are,” he said. “If, in half an hour from this, you still insist on my leaving the house, I will accept your ladyship’s dismissal, but not your ladyship’s money.” It was spoken very respectfully, but very firmly at the same time–and it had its effect on my mistress as well as on me.

      Mr. Moral Police Officer Sergeant Cuff plays very closely to antiquated and patriarchal Victorian standards that I would expect to see in this novel. If this request was made by a man, who [within the context of this era] are expected to always be in control of there emotions, i'm sure Cuff would have respectfully obliged. Yet because this request was made by an emotionally distraught woman, Cuff has to play the "respectful Uncle" card and dismiss her request for 30 minutes until she has seized control of her female dispositions.

    2. Mr. Godfrey followed the announcement of his name–as Mr. Godfrey does everything else–exactly at the right time. He was not so close on the servant’s heels as to startle us. He was not so far behind as to cause us the double inconvenience of a pause and an open door. It is in the completeness of his daily life that the true Christian appears. This dear man was very complete.

      "Birds of a feather flock together." I think this phrase is especially apt within this paragraph. Miss Clack, who is neurotically methodological towards her life and the rules (and roles) of society around her, is especially attracted Mr. Godfrey, who feels like he is specifically written to be a deceitful, aristocratic villain although with a certain gentlemanly charm.

    3. In that happy bygone time, I was taught to keep my hair tidy at all hours of the day and night, and to fold up every article of my clothing carefully, in the same order, on the same chair, in the same place at the foot of the bed, before retiring to rest. An entry of the day’s events in my little diary invariably preceded the folding up. The “Evening Hymn” (repeated in bed) invariably followed the folding up. And the sweet sleep of childhood invariably followed the “Evening Hymn.”

      I like how right at the start of this chapter they introduce the character without actually introducing the character. Since its written in first person, Miss Clack is never formally introduced, however, this paragraph perfectly encapsulates her character as a very methodological, neurotic, holier-than-thou figure.

    4. “He’s pulling off his wig!” whispered Gooseberry, compassionating my position, as the only person in the room who could see nothing. There was a pause–and then a cry of astonishment among the people round the bed. “He’s pulled off his beard!” cried Gooseberry.

      I also find this excerpt very funny from a modern perspective. With our modern day information systems, autopsies , and mortuary services, the idea of concealing a murder victim using simple stage makeup and wigs is just so absurd. However, in a pre-internet age when people could just be "lost" this makes a lot of sense. He was just another dead unnamed sailor.

    5. “Before we separate,” I began, “I have a word to say about the experiment which has been tried to-night. Two distinct objects were to be gained by it. The first of these objects was to prove, that Mr. Blake entered this room, and took the Diamond, last year, acting unconsciously and irresponsibly, under the influence of opium. After what you have both seen, are you both satisfied, so far?”

      I found this excerpt almost comical, but in an ironic sense that can only be seen from a modern perspective. The "grand experiment" that Jennings talks about is of recreating the diamond heist under an equivalent opiate dose to see if this is a reasonable hypothesis. Though this is laid out in a analytical way, it is far from scientific. Yet at the same time, this was written at the very cusp of the Industrial revolution, and "Science" at this time was at an individual, rather than a societal scale.

    6. I read those miraculous words with an emphasis which did them justice, and then I looked him severely in the face. “NOW, sir, do you believe in ROBINSON CRUSOE?” I asked, with a solemnity, suitable to the occasion. “Betteredge!” says Mr. Franklin, with equal solemnity, “I’m convinced at last.” He shook hands with me–and I felt that I had converted him.

      I like the ironic humor here. Betteredge's obsession with Robinson Crusoe becomes funny, though still neurotic, with this little bit of self awareness. Especially at the end, referencing Robinson Crusoe's powers to god and assuring that he has the power of prophecy.

    7. They were Brahmins (he said) who had forfeited their caste in the service of the god. The god had commanded that their purification should be the purification by pilgrimage. On that night, the three men were to part. In three separate directions, they were to set forth as pilgrims to the shrines of India. Never more were they to look on each other’s faces. Never more were they to rest on their wanderings, from the day which witnessed their separation, to the day which witnessed their death.

      This paragraph, within the last chapter of the last section truly serves as the conclusion to the book in my opinion. The three Brahmin have served for the whole novel as an outside force (relative to the characters and narrative of the novel) while simultaneous being a native force. Now that the Brahmin have parted ways, it means that not only is the Moonstone safe in its native resting place, but also that it is safe going into the future, providing hope for the reader.

    8. “When you see a poor girl in service, do you feel no remorse?” “Certainly not. Why should I?”

      I like this sort of Dickensian guilt trip here. Especially considering that most of the characters in this novel are either aristocratic elites or within their direct company, it is refreshing to see a more lower class point of view since the disappearance of Rosanna.

    9. “Quite true, Betteredge! And I come back from my travels, and find her mortally offended with me still. I knew that the Diamond was at the bottom of it, last year, and I know that the Diamond is at the bottom of it now. I have tried to speak to her, and she won’t see me. I have tried to write to her, and she won’t answer me. How, in Heaven’s name, am I to clear the matter up? The chance of searching into the loss of the Moonstone, is the one chance of inquiry that Rachel herself has left me.”

      Women=Venus, Men=Mars trope. The lovesick young man (Franklin), is confused by not only the the rejection of a woman, but apparently the female gender as a whole; as he is unable to "decipher their arcane systems of emotion" (as one might say in their day) He is comforted and guided by his more mature and sexually experienced male friend who helps him decode the "illogical mysteries of women."

      Entire chapter is very patriarchal, Franklin must win her back on a hunch of what she is angry about instead of just asking her. Yet, he cannot ask her because he is spurned and now must evolve into a true lover-boy hero via some grand romantic gesture.

    10. The first instinct of girls in general, on being told of anything which interests them, is to ask a multitude of questions, and then to run off, and talk it all over with some favourite friend. Rachel Verinder’s first instinct, under similar circumstances, was to shut herself up in her own mind, and to think it over by herself. This absolute self-dependence is a great virtue in a man. In a woman it has a serious drawback of morally separating her from the mass of her sex, and so exposing her to misconstruction by the general opinion. I strongly suspect myself of thinking as the rest of the world think in this matter–except in the case of Rachel Verinder. The self-dependence in HER character, was one of its virtues in my estimation; partly, no doubt, because I sincerely admired and liked her;

      Wow, there is a lot going on here! Mr. Bruff starts out by supporting the "women operate in packs" stereotype/trope. This is bad for a man, because he must be independent and make his own decisions. However, not operating in "packs" is also apparently worse for women because then they are separated from the rest of their gender, which is bad because of an implication that women are emotional and bad at making decisions/evaluations by themselves.

      HOWEVER, for Mr. "White Knight" Cuff, it is good that Rachel made her own decision, because she is an attractive & sophisticated woman that he just so "admired."

    11. “I am marrying in despair, Mr. Bruff–on the chance of dropping into some sort of stagnant happiness which may reconcile me to my life.”

      Rachel's language seems especially modern and rebellious here. She ironically is stating how though she hates the idea of marriage to this man, maybe she will become magically happy on account of just being married. I love how easily it parallels modern cynicism about marriage and the comments many people in alternative relationships say about marriage.

    12. the Indians escaped, sir?” I asked. “The poor ill-used Indians

      This sort of dialogue would be just as appropriate in the Antebellum south if one swapped "Indian" for the "Colored." The "Indians" rarely have any semblance of individual personality apart from their race, and usually just serve to highlight how much of an egalitarian the protagonist is, or how much of a barbarous villain the antagonist is by the their respective treatment of the "Races"

    13. the other servants followed my lead, sorely against the grain, of course, but all taking the view that I took. The women were a sight to see, while the police-officers were rummaging among their things.

      Somewhat comedic but I think this quote reinforces classist stereotypes that were a remnant of Georgian Era society. While the aristocratic women are constantly praised for their beauty and poise, poor women are the butt of jokes.

    14. the Moonstone passed (carrying its curse with it) from one lawless Mohammedan hand to another;

      Closely subscribes to the "haunted artifact" trope that has deterred treasure hunters for centuries; commonly seen in Indiana Jones, The Mummy, and others. Similarly, only the locals seem to know of this curse, thus serving as a sort of magic fire alarm against foreign treasure hunters, archaeologists and other foolhardy FOREIGN adventurers. Again however, the dating of this piece maybe implies that this is before the beginning of the trope?

    15. And I declare, on my word of honour, that what I am now about to write is, strictly and literally, the truth.

      Like many other crime stories, this fictitious prologue attempts to sway the reader's belief in the line between fact and fiction. Considering this work is one of the progenitors of the genre and the poor dissemination of information in the early 19th century, it is fair to assume that this literary trick was quite effective.