Wemmick's Second Personality

Wemmick acts cruel and heartless at work, but once he leaves Jagger's office, he evolves into a loving, care-free individual. His different personalities seem to be the fault of wanting to be accepted by society but also by his peers and family. Wemmick does not seem to comprehend that, although he has people who respect his effciency, who dread his arrival, he also has what everyone deserves, the love of his family. When Pip and Wemmick arrive at his house, Pip experiences a more pleasurable side of Wemmick he had not known existed. The flagstaff, located at Wemmicks house, is when you first start to realize that Wemmick is more than just a uptight clerk, but a kind man who is made joyous by the simplest of things in life. "That's a real flagstaff, you see," said Wemmick, "and on Sundays I run up a real flag"; as Wemmick says this you can almost see the smile alight upon his face. How a man be so horrible at work, but turn in to a completely loving person at home? How can you claim to want to be accepted, but then act the way the very person who you want to be accepted by, would frown upon? Wemmick wants too many people's acceptance and affection, which seems to be his flaw.

The Home Life of Pip

Throughout the first few chapters the main character, Pip, has a horrible home life. Since Pip is an orphan he is forced to live with his brutal sister, Mrs. Joe. Mrs Joe is very cruel to Pip, and even mistreats her husband. When Pip misbehaves Mrs. Joe takes a cane called "The Tickler" and hits him several times. Also she does not make quality meals, just a simple bread and butter. Mrs. Joe even forces Pip to drink medicine at ponderous amounts. As you can see Pip is living in a home in need of improvements.

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The Horrible

He spoke to me,
On All-Hollows Eve,
A night I won't forget.
Through the trees,
He came to me,
And asked me to understand,
"I'm just a boy like all the others,
But people can not comprehend,
That although I try to be like everyone else,
I fail again and again.
The Horrible,
They call me,
For my skin is much too fair.
The Horrible,
They call me,
For I have lost my hair.
The Horrible,
They call me,
For I'm sick and can not run.
The Horrible,
They call me,
For soon my life will be done."
I could not understand why,
All these years,
The boy was different.
But now I know,
The hurt he feels,
Struggling to fit in.
The boy begins to weep,
And collapses on the ground,
"My life is done,
And now you know,
The hatred I have found."
The Horrible,
They called him,
As though that were his name.
The Horrible,
They called him,
As though it were a game.
The Horrible,
They called him,
Is gone from us now.
The Horrible,
They called him,
Is now safe and sound.