polemic
a speech or piece of writing expressing a strongly critical attack on or controversial opinion about someone or something.
polemic
a speech or piece of writing expressing a strongly critical attack on or controversial opinion about someone or something.
He was very nice with her
Joe seems to be interested in Maria, but she seems to be missing it. Why could that be? What is Joyce saying here?
edit: Oh he's married! Maybe he's the one who got away and she never moved on? But Maria doesn't seem to understand
disappointed shyness
Disappointed shyness, even though she says outright she doesn't want a man? I don't understand
There was no longer any perturbation visible on her face.
Polly is such a manipulative genius; I fully respect this
Mr. Mooney began to go to the devil
What a descriptive phrase, Joyce is so good at packing tons of meaning into a few words
being blind,
This is one of my favorite descriptors. Of course the house is blind. I've read this story about a million times now and this always, always strikes me
the database is filtered for the top messages based on a number of popularity metrics,
I think top sampling says a lot, but less about what people are saying and more about what people are reading. A comparison of these different types of datasets I think say a lot too.
leading some researchers to overlook its manifold limits and shortcomings
A central issue in data analytics, I think. There's this idea that quantitative data = complete fact, ignoring all the others factors of context and use.
warm, eager, restless
I love the personification of Spring here, it becomes almost a character
That evening for the first time in his life, as he pressed through the swing door
At this point it's more of a challenge to find an opening that's not in media res
Perhaps it was a little strange that her partners were not more interested. For it was thrilling. Her first ball! She was only at the beginning of everything.
I love this perspective here. For here, this is a massive occasion. For them, it's another Tuesday night.
Our nearest neighbour was fifteen miles
Implies isolation, and by extension, innocence
Exactly when the ball began Leila would have found it hard to say.
Once more, in media res opening
poky little house.
poky? What does that mean?
When I was their age I used to go to bed hugging an old towel with a knot in it.”
This is always the generational divide, isn't it. Who has fancy toys and who was entertained with a rock and a stick.
“Come on,” said Grandfather Pinner.
Is this grandfather the one who died? Or am I getting names confused?
On the veranda, dressed all in white and wearing a cork helmet, stood Benny.
I'm struggling to follow the narrative in this section. Which veranda? where?
Father would never forgive them
I feel like this says a lot about their relationship with their father, when he was alive. Their fear of him extends well past his death
bittah marmalayde
How does computational analysis deal with dialects written like this?
“I don’t think I am,” said Constantia. She shut her eyes to make sure. She was.
This is such an interesting construction; the "She was." in particular says both nothing and a lot. She was asleep? awake?
The week after
The week after what? Very powerful hook; pulls us into something traumatic in the past as well as the current time.
“Forgive my hat,” she said.
Laura trying to hold on to the romantic naivety of the morning before, but she is realizing the juxtaposition of her own attention to materiality with a human person, dead in front of her.
Let’s send that poor creature some of this perfectly good food
Even after the whole party in spite of a man's death, the grieving family is only given leftovers
“Mother, isn’t it terribly heartless of us?” she asked. “Darling!”
Completely ignoring the question of morality; back to hats
“Drunk! Who said he was drunk?”
Immediate assumption by the wealthy that any working class person who was in an accident only got there by their own fault
Of course we can’t do anything of the kind. Nobody expects us to. Don’t be so extravagant.”
This is really bringing into focus how central class difference and perception is in this work. The death of this man doesn't matter to this garden party because the man was of a lower class; his whole community is just "an eyesore" for them
a brilliant, dreadfully unsympathetic smile
Even in a song about weariness, she is incapable of feeling a negative emotion here, it's baffling.
Darling little spots. Especially the one on the inkpot lid. It was quite warm. A warm little silver star. She could have kissed it.
Eeeverything is so romantic in Laura's eyes. The way she describes the simplest things is so extraordinarily intense, this almost feels like she's under the influence of something.
He had a haggard look as his dark eyes scanned the tennis-court. What was he thinking?
The workmen seem to be slowly getting less and less romantic in Laura's descriptions of them.
Windless, warm, the sky without a cloud.
Could a computer tell what season this is? It feels like spring or summer, as a reader, with the perfect weather and flowers, but I wonder how a computer deals with that
o’clock
In response to our discussion in zulip about specific markers of time or moments, 'o'clock' is coming up a lot in discussions of the night and specific moments of suspicion.
instead of looking at her–and what had been the result? I had sent her away from me, wounded to the heart!
Rosanna is, I think, the most tragic character in this whole novel. She is constantly viewed as suspicious, with a heartbreaking backstory, and dies from unrequited love. It hurts.
Note:
I'm fascinated by the footnotes that are showing up in Blake's section, and what these look like in the raw form of the text.
undeniable example of the inbred frailty and perversity of the other sex.
He really hated his wife, huh. He uses her to describe all women as inherently "frail" and "perverse". Oof.
“that’s exactly what Robinson Crusoe has done!”
Someone please explain to me the prophetic power of Robinson Crusoe specifically? this is not the first time I've had this thought but it remains confusing for me. Why did Collins pick this book for Betteredge?
Mr. Luker was, in every respect, such an inferior creature
Man, again I am wishing that I had paid more attention to Mr. Bruff from the first place! He is the only one that seems aware of these characters and their villainy
She was just as immovable as ever. My mind was in a strange conflict of feelings about her when I left her that day. She was obstinate; she was wrong. She was interesting; she was admirable; she was deeply to be pitied.
As a distant, feminist reading, this is a really interesting description of a woman, as written by a man, in the Victorian period. While not a glowing review of a woman, and one that describes her as wrong and pitiable, she remains a whole person in this description. I would love to see a computational analysis of adjectives in sentences with "she" vs. "he".
the bare idea of a man marrying her for his own selfish and mercenary ends had never entered her head.
The irony of this discussion, especially after finishing the novel and learning of Godfrey's true intentions, becomes more and more clear. It's great to look back and pull together all the hints that Collins was leaving.
Will
I'm super interested in the capitalization of Will by Bruff! i hadn't noticed before, but do other narrators do this when referring to the will? Or is it just Bruff, the ever-professional solicitor?
“I have heard a motive assigned for the young woman’s suicide,”
Her death seems to be very quickly assigned a suicide... Maybe I'm missing something, but a lot seems unaccounted for
“Yes,” says the Sergeant; “that is what I mean to tell you, in so many words. Miss Verinder has been in secret possession of the Moonstone from first to last; and she has taken Rosanna Spearman into her confidence, because she has calculated on our suspecting Rosanna Spearman of the theft.
It's too early in the novel for this to be true! We're less than a third in; I don't buy it.
“My young lady refuses to have her wardrobe examined.”
This is highly suspicious... I don't think Betteredge wants to suspect her, but Cuff might.
I don’t say the Diamond is stolen. I only say, at present, that the Diamond is missing.
The word choice of "stolen" vs "missing" I think says a lot about Cuff's character; I wonder if there's a way to figure out how often one or the other is sued, computationally
“boudoir;”
Why is this in quotes?
out got a grizzled, elderly man, so miserably lean that he looked as if he had not got an ounce of flesh on his bones in any part of him. He was dressed all in decent black, with a white cravat round his neck. His face was as sharp as a hatchet, and the skin of it was as yellow and dry and withered as an autumn leaf. His eyes, of a steely light grey, had a very disconcerting trick, when they encountered your eyes, of looking as if they expected something more from you than you were aware of yourself. His walk was soft; his voice was melancholy; his long lanky fingers were hooked like claws. He might have been a parson, or an undertaker–or anything else you like, except what he really was. A more complete opposite to Superintendent Seegrave than Sergeant Cuff, and a less comforting officer to look at, for a family in distress, I defy you to discover, search where you may
This is such a fascinating character description. It feels very seasonal; Betteredge uses the phrase "autumn leaf" but so much of this man (black, white, emaciated, elderly) is very winter, very death.
Rosanna Spearman, on the previous afternoon, with a thick veil on, walking towards Frizinghall by the foot-path way over the moor.
Rosanna seems to be diretly set up by Betteredge as the thief. Is this because she is or because Betteredge already doesn't like her? Seems very red herring to me.
My dear! your Indian cabinet has no lock to it,
Such clear foreshadowing here, also interesting that Betteredge has his lady, who he loves and respects, giving the warning.
Mr. Franklin was a perfect savage by comparison with him.
Franklin becomes a savage in comparison with Godfrey when Godfrey says he hold Betteredge in high regard. I love Betteredge, he feels so transparent
newts, and beetles, and spiders, and frogs, and come home and stick pins through the miserable wretches, or cut them up, without a pang of remorse, into little pieces
This feels very much like descriptions of witchcraft, like the things the witches in Macbeth threw into their cauldron. Is Betteredge associating science with magic because he's just a superstitious Christian or is this relating to the other supernatural things going on?
In our country, as well as in the East,
So far, a lot of the magic has been "from outside" and very very not British, I think it's noteworthy that at this point they're using the existence of this type of "hocus pocus" in England to contradict or invalidate the magic of the jugglers
Robinson Crusoe
Why Crusoe specifically, for Betteredge specifically? What does this say about the character? Something about Christianity? Being lost and then found? What themes are connected?
I
We have yet to learn anything directly about his narrator; from context, though, they are British, Christian, likely male, in the military (attached to the British East India company, historically) and the cousin of John Herncastle.
I declare, on my word of honour, that what I am now about to write is, strictly and literally, the truth.
I always love when first person narratives start off like this. It gears me up for a very very biased account of whatever's going to happen. excited for my untrustworthy narrator(s)
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