It’s the night and my thoughts are all directed to Ernest. I can’t think of anything else. The mention of his name in my head is an eternal music to my ears. I try to guess what my mother told him yesterday. She can be very mean sometimes but she only wants my good. It’s normal for a mother to worry about the future of her own daughter. I don’t know much about Ernest but my senses tell me that he’s a good man. Mother is deeply enraged about Ernest’s origins and his possible future in the society. I can’t wait to see him Friday. I will finally have the chance to express my real feelings for him. Flirting with him is like what I always dreamt about came true. Even if my family is not in accordance with my engagement to Ernest, I love him and this is the truth. I’ve decided to try and convince my mother even if she is hard headed.
-LADY BRACKNELL: (walks in the corridor to Gwendolen room) are you up dear?
- Gwendolem: (rapidly close the lights) Snore sounds...
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Dear journal,
I’m now engaged to the beautiful Gwendolen. I’m in love, that is certain, and still don’t realize that she’s also in love with me. It is unbelievable! It’s been a few days now and I can’t stop thinking about her. The little problem is that she loves Ernest, but I’m not Ernest, I’m Jack! And she said to me that Jack isn’t a good name for a respectable person, and that Ernest is better. I hope that when she’ll discover it, she’ll still be in love with me as if I was the so-called Ernest she thinks I am.
I'm planning to go in the countryside in a couple of days, I have some things to deal with. My friend Algy will go Bunburying. Wow, I'm still thinking about Gwendolen, she's so beautiful, I'm the luckiest man in the world to be loved by her. I really hope it'll last forever...
I’m now engaged to the beautiful Gwendolen. I’m in love, that is certain, and still don’t realize that she’s also in love with me. It is unbelievable! It’s been a few days now and I can’t stop thinking about her. The little problem is that she loves Ernest, but I’m not Ernest, I’m Jack! And she said to me that Jack isn’t a good name for a respectable person, and that Ernest is better. I hope that when she’ll discover it, she’ll still be in love with me as if I was the so-called Ernest she thinks I am.
I'm planning to go in the countryside in a couple of days, I have some things to deal with. My friend Algy will go Bunburying. Wow, I'm still thinking about Gwendolen, she's so beautiful, I'm the luckiest man in the world to be loved by her. I really hope it'll last forever...
Friday, July 1, 1994
Dear diary,
Recently, my sweet daughter was proposed to a man named Ernest. I was furious about that terrible news. How could a man that has no family and doesn’t care about the importance of family ties could even try to propose to my daughter who is much better educated and part of one of the highest families of society of London. My dear husband does not believe me, he thinks this is too awkward to be true In fact, he tells me I am going crazy. Well I don’t need him to make me change my mind on whether my daughter is getting engaged or not. I don’t know how Gwendolen could have fallen in love with this interloper. I am really not proud of my girl, this is not the way my husband and I taught our daughter. I find it very disgraceful that she even had the courage to say that she got engaged by a man of his kind. Not mentioning that I had to tell her three times to get to the carriage last Friday when we were at Algernon’s flat. I sincerely hope that Gwendolen does not see this man again. I will be around to make sure she does not.
Recently, my sweet daughter was proposed to a man named Ernest. I was furious about that terrible news. How could a man that has no family and doesn’t care about the importance of family ties could even try to propose to my daughter who is much better educated and part of one of the highest families of society of London. My dear husband does not believe me, he thinks this is too awkward to be true In fact, he tells me I am going crazy. Well I don’t need him to make me change my mind on whether my daughter is getting engaged or not. I don’t know how Gwendolen could have fallen in love with this interloper. I am really not proud of my girl, this is not the way my husband and I taught our daughter. I find it very disgraceful that she even had the courage to say that she got engaged by a man of his kind. Not mentioning that I had to tell her three times to get to the carriage last Friday when we were at Algernon’s flat. I sincerely hope that Gwendolen does not see this man again. I will be around to make sure she does not.
Dear journal,
Today is a very special day because it is the 1000th time that I escaped from a boring buffet by using the “Bunbury technique”. I certainly believe that no one knows the truth about Bunbury! Actually, Jack is the only one to know that the whole Bunbury thing is just a lie. I hope that Jack was wrong though, when he said that Bunbury would get me into a scrape. It does look like it anyways. I did well with Aunt Augusta. She believes so much in Bunbury’s existence that she let herself go on with a very long monologue about illness and invalidity. She was right though that health is the primary duty of life. I sometimes wonder if Bunbury was a real person, would I take care of him as I say I do? It’s hard to say, but let’s not care about philosophic questions for now and keep on doing what I do best: lie.
I’m hungry, again. I love to eat, especially cucumber sandwiches. It is such a long time since I have eaten any. It made me so angry when Lane told me there were not any left at the market. He is lucky to be my useful servant because I might have hurt him. In the future, I will need to control my resentment. Maybe if I meet a girl to marry it will help my situation. Only time will tell!
Today is a very special day because it is the 1000th time that I escaped from a boring buffet by using the “Bunbury technique”. I certainly believe that no one knows the truth about Bunbury! Actually, Jack is the only one to know that the whole Bunbury thing is just a lie. I hope that Jack was wrong though, when he said that Bunbury would get me into a scrape. It does look like it anyways. I did well with Aunt Augusta. She believes so much in Bunbury’s existence that she let herself go on with a very long monologue about illness and invalidity. She was right though that health is the primary duty of life. I sometimes wonder if Bunbury was a real person, would I take care of him as I say I do? It’s hard to say, but let’s not care about philosophic questions for now and keep on doing what I do best: lie.
I’m hungry, again. I love to eat, especially cucumber sandwiches. It is such a long time since I have eaten any. It made me so angry when Lane told me there were not any left at the market. He is lucky to be my useful servant because I might have hurt him. In the future, I will need to control my resentment. Maybe if I meet a girl to marry it will help my situation. Only time will tell!
Dear diary,
When I woke up this morning, I washed myself as I do every morning to wake up my mind too. After that I took my bath and had a good breakfast to begin the day with energy. After that I dressed myself with my most clean clothing. Why? Because I was going to church, as I do every Sunday. If I do a good life, God will send me to paradise and this way I could be in safe for eternity. After that I went to church and got back to my house, I washed the dishes, washed the clothes and hung them on the clothesline, because today is a very sunny Sunday with a little of wind. Once all my tasks were done I went outside to read a book that I found in my library called ''The British'' edited by Terence Thomas. I adore reading books sitting in my rocking chair on my gallery. This way I can enrich my personal culture and enjoy the beautiful temperature. After supper I took a tea to relax and got to bed to be in shape, because tomorrow I have grammar lessons with Cecily.
Miss Prism
When I woke up this morning, I washed myself as I do every morning to wake up my mind too. After that I took my bath and had a good breakfast to begin the day with energy. After that I dressed myself with my most clean clothing. Why? Because I was going to church, as I do every Sunday. If I do a good life, God will send me to paradise and this way I could be in safe for eternity. After that I went to church and got back to my house, I washed the dishes, washed the clothes and hung them on the clothesline, because today is a very sunny Sunday with a little of wind. Once all my tasks were done I went outside to read a book that I found in my library called ''The British'' edited by Terence Thomas. I adore reading books sitting in my rocking chair on my gallery. This way I can enrich my personal culture and enjoy the beautiful temperature. After supper I took a tea to relax and got to bed to be in shape, because tomorrow I have grammar lessons with Cecily.
Miss Prism
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