Script For The Pit And The Pendulum
Script for The Pit and the Pendulum:
Characters:
Narrator: David
Mind (intellect): Mary
Physical State: Alexandre
General LaSalle: Grant
Spanish Inquisition Back ground: Raphael
Mind (emotion/instincts): Tristian
Raphael: The Inquisition was originally put in place to ensure the orthodoxy of those who converted from Judaism and Islam.
David: My views oppose that of the church. I await the worst.
Mary: I have been in agony. Time passes, but I am not in the know of how long. How long have I been idle?
David: Then silence, and stillness, night were the universe.
Tristian: The sense of my physical existence was in dire constraints so I immediately fall unconscious.
Alexandre: The little I eat is not enough to sustain me. I am frail, weak, can rarely feel as I used to. My human thoughts are slipping and evolving into primal instincts. My heart holds no love, but an unnatural stillness that can bring the most callous murderer to his knees.
David: I resumed my tour around the prison, and with much toil came at last upon the fragment of the serge. Up to the period when I fell I had counted fifty-two paces, and upon resuming my walk, I had counted forty-eight more; —when I arrived at the rag. There were in all, then, a hundred paces; and, admitting two paces to the yard, I presumed the dungeon to be fifty yards in circuit. I had met, however, with many angles in the wall, and thus I could form no guess at the shape of the vault; for vault I could not help supposing it to be.
Characters:
Narrator: David
Mind (intellect): Mary
Physical State: Alexandre
General LaSalle: Grant
Spanish Inquisition Back ground: Raphael
Mind (emotion/instincts): Tristian
Raphael: The Inquisition was originally put in place to ensure the orthodoxy of those who converted from Judaism and Islam.
David: My views oppose that of the church. I await the worst.
Mary: I have been in agony. Time passes, but I am not in the know of how long. How long have I been idle?
David: Then silence, and stillness, night were the universe.
Tristian: The sense of my physical existence was in dire constraints so I immediately fall unconscious.
Alexandre: The little I eat is not enough to sustain me. I am frail, weak, can rarely feel as I used to. My human thoughts are slipping and evolving into primal instincts. My heart holds no love, but an unnatural stillness that can bring the most callous murderer to his knees.
David: I resumed my tour around the prison, and with much toil came at last upon the fragment of the serge. Up to the period when I fell I had counted fifty-two paces, and upon resuming my walk, I had counted forty-eight more; —when I arrived at the rag. There were in all, then, a hundred paces; and, admitting two paces to the yard, I presumed the dungeon to be fifty yards in circuit. I had met, however, with many angles in the wall, and thus I could form no guess at the shape of the vault; for vault I could not help supposing it to be.