| to the city, but not for fun. |
[Apr. 30th, 2007|02:14 am] |
Carin and I accompanied the folks to the city on a baleful errand. Usually we go to keep my sister company, or to edify ourselves. But this time we were going to provide moral support for my sister, and to some extent Steph, at a bad time.
Details are fuzzy, not so much because I'm scrupulous about maintaining confidentiality, but because the details are none of my damned business in the first place. The male roommate that my sister had had been doing something to her roommates (though not to her); the word "assaulted" was used, but that was it. They were going to the police, and we were there to... to look supportive. It was partly for Steph's benefit, too; she's practically been disowned by her parents, and my mother's taken to her rather well.
We didn't really do much; we all sat around the front-yard table and read while waiting for them to get back from the police department; Carin and I stayed in while everyone else went out when Male Roommate came around to fetch his things. I'm told that the police will pick him up tomorrow, and presumably he'll be prevented from doing this again.
Because this was a spur-of-the-moment thing (I got a call from my father last night), I was lucky that I didn't have much homework for this week. Because we rolled back in tired as hell, we've postponed Rick Day until tomorrow evening, and now we've finished the five-hour Pride and Prejudice we'd been watching.
My thoughts on that: there's an invisible (to the characters) servant class that's standing around the periphery, and it's weird to my (modern) eyes that the characters can't see them. Everything is expressed indirectly, subtly, so much so that when Elizabeth and Darcy briefly speak honestly to each other, the effect is such that they might as well be throwing bombs. Also, I identify with Darcy, though I don't look quite as dashing in a wet shirt, and I'll be darned if that sort of knowing grin that Elizabeth had didn't remind me very strongly of Carin's wry half-grin.
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