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THE GREAT EXPECTATIONS
Transcript of THE GREAT EXPECTATIONS
THE GREAT EXPECTATIONS
Mr. Jaggers - A powerful lawyer hired by Pip’s anonymous benefactor to be Pip’s guardian. He is portrayed as a hard, cold and ruthless man. People are very much afraid of him, even criminals.
Wemmick - Mr. Jaggers's clerk
Herbert Pocket - The pale young gentleman who Pip fought at Miss Havisham’s back in Chapter 11. He is Matthew Pocket’s son, Pip’s tutor. Herbert nicknames Pip “Handel”.
Mrs. Pocket – Herbert’s mother. She is introduced at the end of Chapter 3. Mrs. Pocket’s is portrayed to have no interest in caring for her children, leaving all the work to her maids.
Pip finds London to be “ugly, crooked, narrow and dirty”, which can be seen as a symbol for his “great expectations”.
Pip meets Herbert Pocket, his new tutor’s son, and later on realizes that he is the pale young gentleman he fought back at Miss Havisham’s
Herbert makes a natural contrast to the lawyer; he is everything Jaggers is not. Kind, relaxed, and poor, he is the perfect gentleman to educate Pip in the ways of the upper class.
Pip, and the reader are again reminded none to subtly that luxury is, in fact, not material or social gain, but the simple joy of eating with sincere friends
"bought cheap of the executioner” (page 152)
“Barnard’s Inn” (p. 155)
“except at last” (p. 159)
“her husband he must hold and manage it all”: (p. 166)
“Under the circumstances, when Flopson and Millers had got the children into the house, like a little flock or sheep…” (Volume 2 Chapter 3, Page 172)
“A frouzy mourning of soot and smoke attired this forlorn creation of Barnard, and it had strewn ashes on its head, and was undergoing penance and humiliation as a mere dust-hole.” (Volume 2 Chapter 2, Page. 158)
“My depression was not alleviated by the announcement, for, I had supposed that establishment to be an hotel kept by Mr. Barnarnd, to which the Blue Boar in our town was a mere public-house. Whereas I now found Barnanrd to be a disembodied spirit, or a fiction, and his inn the dingiest collection of shabby buildings ever squeezed together in a rank corner as a club for Tom-cats.” (21.20)
“He says, no varnish can hide the gain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.” (22.52)