The Jefferson Code, Paul Clifford By Edward Bulwer-Lytton
Talitha Rubin
Grade11Z
27 January 2015
Teacher: Mrs Singh
English Narrative-Descriptive Essay
Topic number 33, Paul Clifford by Edward Bulwer-Lytton
The Jefferson Code
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. If you were to peep through the grand windows of 22 Bristling Road, you would find the common sight of an old man bent over his papers. Yet Dr Maurice Mendelow was no common man. He had a brilliant reputation for cracking codes; he had forty-five years of it to his name which is an epoch compared to the less sturdy-minded men who cracked their sanity before their third code.
Seven year-old Josephine Mendelow sat at his feet, her finger moving along the page of a book whilst Dr Mendelow read the words to which she pointed. “‘Inconsistency’. That’s quite a …show more content…
She enjoyed watching them race each other. When the window had misted over again, she went downstairs where her grandfather looked up fondly from his papers, “Come look at this box, maybe you could crack the code?” Josephine regarded the box, there were letters on it and numbered cubes that turned. Such was her excitement from the window that she decided to create a game. “If I copied the first letter- ‘J’- onto the window, three drops would form, the second letter would also have three,” she told her grandfather. Continuing with her game, she turned the numbered cubes under each letter until “Click”. Dr Mendelow -who had been listening intently- picked up the note with proud incredulity, “Of course, the points of the name! Yet, it did take a simple game to crack it.” Josephine didn’t hear, she was too busy marvelling at the
Grade11Z
27 January 2015
Teacher: Mrs Singh
English Narrative-Descriptive Essay
Topic number 33, Paul Clifford by Edward Bulwer-Lytton
The Jefferson Code
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. If you were to peep through the grand windows of 22 Bristling Road, you would find the common sight of an old man bent over his papers. Yet Dr Maurice Mendelow was no common man. He had a brilliant reputation for cracking codes; he had forty-five years of it to his name which is an epoch compared to the less sturdy-minded men who cracked their sanity before their third code.
Seven year-old Josephine Mendelow sat at his feet, her finger moving along the page of a book whilst Dr Mendelow read the words to which she pointed. “‘Inconsistency’. That’s quite a …show more content…
She enjoyed watching them race each other. When the window had misted over again, she went downstairs where her grandfather looked up fondly from his papers, “Come look at this box, maybe you could crack the code?” Josephine regarded the box, there were letters on it and numbered cubes that turned. Such was her excitement from the window that she decided to create a game. “If I copied the first letter- ‘J’- onto the window, three drops would form, the second letter would also have three,” she told her grandfather. Continuing with her game, she turned the numbered cubes under each letter until “Click”. Dr Mendelow -who had been listening intently- picked up the note with proud incredulity, “Of course, the points of the name! Yet, it did take a simple game to crack it.” Josephine didn’t hear, she was too busy marvelling at the