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Great Expectationsss

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Great Expectations
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Charles Dickens WEMMICK is a dual-personalitied man. At home, he is kind, helpful, and strange, but at the office, he is stern and very professional.
A coin symbolizes Wemmick well because not only is he a bank teller and deals with money, but he has two sides to him, like a coin. Superannuated- retired or ineffective because of advanced age

The carpenter could not get any work done with his superannuated tools. ...and presented myself before Mr. Trabb, the tailor; who was having his breakfast in the parlour behind his shop, and who did not think it worth his while to come out to me, but called me in to him.

“Well!” said Mr. Trabb, in a hail-fellow-well-met kind of way. “How are you, and what can I do for you?”

“Mr. Trabb,” said I, “it's an unpleasant thing to have to mention, because it looks like boasting; but I have come into a handsome property.”

A change passed over Mr. Trabb. He forgot the butter in bed, got up from the bedside, and wiped his fingers on the table-cloth, exclaiming, “Lord bless my soul!”

“I am going up to my guardian in London,” said I, casually drawing some guineas out of my pocket and looking at them; “and I want a fashionable suit of clothes to go in. I wish to pay for them,” I added—otherwise I thought he might only pretend to make them—“with ready money.”

“My dear sir,” said Mr. Trabb, as he respectfully bent his body, opened his arms, and took the liberty of touching me on the outside of each elbow, “don't hurt me by mentioning that. May I venture to congratulate you? Would you do me the favour of stepping into the shop?”

“...Hold that noise,” said Mr. Trabb, with the greatest sternness, “or I'll knock your head off! [speaking to the boy] Do me the favour to be seated, sir. Now, this,” said Mr. Trabb, taking down a roll of cloth, and tiding it out in a flowing manner over the counter, preparatory to getting his hand under it to show the gloss, “is a very sweet article. I can recommend it for your purpose, sir, because it really is extra super. But you shall see some others. Give me Number Four, you!” (To the boy, and with a dreadfully severe stare; foreseeing the danger of that miscreant's brushing me with it, or making some other sign of familiarity.)

...Mr. Trabb then bent over number four, and in a sort of deferential confidence recommended it to me as a light article for summer wear, an article much in vogue among the nobility and gentry, an article that it would ever be an honour to him to reflect upon a distinguished fellow-townsman's (if he might claim me for a fellow-townsman) having worn. “Are you bringing numbers five and eight, you vagabond,” said Mr. Trabb to the boy after that, “or shall I kick you out of the shop and bring them myself?”

I selected the materials for a suit, with the assistance of Mr. Trabb's judgment, and re-entered the parlour to be measured. For, although Mr. Trabb had my measure already, and had previously been quite contented with it, he said apologetically that it “wouldn't do under existing circumstances, sir—wouldn't do at all.” So, Mr. Trabb measured and calculated me in the parlour, as if I were an estate and he the finest species of surveyor, and gave himself such a world of trouble that I felt that no suit of clothes could possibly remunerate him for his pains. When he had at last done and had appointed to send the articles to Mr. Pumblechook's on the Thursday evening, he said, with his hand upon the parlour lock, “I know, sir, that London gentlemen cannot be expected to patronise local work, as a rule; but if you would give me a turn now and then in the quality of a townsman, I should greatly esteem it. Good morning, sir, much obliged.—Door!”


Money is not a direct route to happiness.
"I was better after i had cried than before- more sorry, more aware, of my own ingratitude, more gentle." (Dickens, 169. Pip thinking to himself) "If I could have kept him [Mr. Joe] away by paying money, I certainly would have paid money." (Dickens, 229. Pip thiking to himself) "...I thought about how miserable I was, but hardly knew why, or how long I had been so, or on what day of the week I made the reflection, or even who I was that made it." (Dickens, 348. Pip thiking to himself) "Their [Pip's expectations] influence on my own character I disguised from my recognition as much as possible, but i knew it very well that it was not at all good." (Dickens, 289. Pip thinking to himself) "So, in my case; all the work, near and afar, that tended to the end had been accomplished, and in an instant the blow was struck, and the roof of my stronghold dropped upon me." (Dickens, 332. Pip thiking to himself) The golden rule: treat others how you want to be treated. Mrs. Joe treats Orlick very poorly and yells at him uneccessarily. Orlick then attacks Mrs. Joe leaving her basically paralyzed. She definitely deserved because not only did she mistreat Orlick, but she also abused both Pip and Joe The scence in which Pip first goes to Wemmick's house uses great imagery to describe the castle and grounds. An odd but welcoming feeling is given to Pip when he sees the home that Wemmick can be himself and Pip has no second thoughts when returning to it The file symbolizes Pip's first encounter with Magwitch and the file also reminds Magwitch of Pip so he will never forget to send his money straight to him. I am most like Herbert Pocket. He's a good friend to Pip and I like to think I am a pretty good friend too. He is also very optimistic as I usually am. He is very good at consoling Pip but unfortuneately I can't say that is one of my best qualities. We also have a problem solving kind of mindset and would do anything for a friends in need Pip is a growing man going through many changes in his personality and way of thinking. His his maturity and desires have varied greatly since he was a boy. I am also growing and I know I am changing as well and my actions and wants/necessites have altered immensely . He is also torn by his unreturned love for Estella which is how many men feel today in our society. Pip is unwilling to see is own best friend Joe, he cried before even obtaining his wealth, and after thinking about it, he even realizes he is miserable and his world is slowly collapsing in on him. I like this passage because it really shows the difference of treatment Pip receives after people learn of his new wealth
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