Lady Macbeth Journal Entry
O’, why has my Lady cried out? Why must she grow frail and bent, feverishly consumed with such terrifying thoughts night and day? Her delusion must be of another tragedy from the past; that damned spot she had said, with blood too!
Of course, I have my suspicions that such an event would ensue in the passing away of Duncan. I must also not forget Banquo’s demise. My Lord, her Ladyship couldn’t possibly speak about the deed of murder. Oh! The malady of her mind has confessed to these horrid killings, that I am sure those servants perennially caked in filth did really perpetrate! How have I been so ignorant? Now that I have been made privy to this sordid conspiracy, I have become a witness to the revelation of such a miscreant deed.
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I had made my presence with all haste, yet her Ladyship could not notice me. Her beloved feet cascaded against the riddled planks while she was humming the dulcet tones of a wordless melody. Nor could I but notice that there had been a peevishness to her hum, an anger in the chorus where it should have been deserving of more light and life. I should have regarded this as a caveat for what was to ensue. As her arms swayed back and forth, I heard her hushed whisperings, as if she was quietening what was in her arms, yet I could only hear the shudders of the teak floors against her weight. O’, I, too, suspected my sanity!
Her Ladyship then turned and stood before me, face fixed in an incredulous mien, bare-breasted to the cold. How shaken she was! Her arms declined as her hands cast loose of the ceramic vase she had held. The air was then rent by breaking glass, like a coil suddenly relieved of tension. A thousand glittering fragments flew outward, and now it was my feet cruelly damaged. The cracks in her mind were my bloody wound! So vulnerability's guise subsided slowly onto her kip, ungainly as a
Of course, I have my suspicions that such an event would ensue in the passing away of Duncan. I must also not forget Banquo’s demise. My Lord, her Ladyship couldn’t possibly speak about the deed of murder. Oh! The malady of her mind has confessed to these horrid killings, that I am sure those servants perennially caked in filth did really perpetrate! How have I been so ignorant? Now that I have been made privy to this sordid conspiracy, I have become a witness to the revelation of such a miscreant deed.
Immediately, …show more content…
I had made my presence with all haste, yet her Ladyship could not notice me. Her beloved feet cascaded against the riddled planks while she was humming the dulcet tones of a wordless melody. Nor could I but notice that there had been a peevishness to her hum, an anger in the chorus where it should have been deserving of more light and life. I should have regarded this as a caveat for what was to ensue. As her arms swayed back and forth, I heard her hushed whisperings, as if she was quietening what was in her arms, yet I could only hear the shudders of the teak floors against her weight. O’, I, too, suspected my sanity!
Her Ladyship then turned and stood before me, face fixed in an incredulous mien, bare-breasted to the cold. How shaken she was! Her arms declined as her hands cast loose of the ceramic vase she had held. The air was then rent by breaking glass, like a coil suddenly relieved of tension. A thousand glittering fragments flew outward, and now it was my feet cruelly damaged. The cracks in her mind were my bloody wound! So vulnerability's guise subsided slowly onto her kip, ungainly as a