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A master-class in morality.

In Uncategorized on May 27, 2012 at 10:55 pm

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde; A Master-class in morality.

I just finished reading the Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde which is one of my all-time favourite books. The story is more than well-known:  A scientist develops a formula which turns him into an evil version of himself.  

That is essentially the plot; however the main character is actually a friend of Dr Jekyll, a dusty old lawyer called Mr Utterson who finds himself investigating the relationship between Hyde and the Dr.

That is where the story changes from that which people expect because when coming across this book for the first time it is fair to assume that the reader (myself included) expects to read a story all about the transformation from good to evil in Mr Hyde and the foulness he commits. However the majority of Mr Hyde’s evils are not described, not through laziness on the part of the author but rather great literary and sociological intelligence.

Mr Hyde then becomes whatever the reader deems him to be, in Victorian London the chances are that Mr Hyde is a manifestation of the many social taboos existing then. However to the modern reader he becomes a reflection of personal vice. And as Mr Hyde is exercised by his deeds in the novel our own Hyde’s are similarly strengthened.

In the drug addict who seeks to lose themselves in wasteful high oblivion, Hyde is not only the ecstasy but also the effect afterwards. He is the creeping sense of losing oneself in those who become enthralled and addicted in a world of extreme highs and lows.

In the gambler Hyde is the winning jackpot, but then further down the road he is then the destruction of sane betting as the stakes become increasingly unrealistic and disadvantageous.

In the promiscuous Hyde is the lust but then he is silencing and losing of our conscience as the consequences emotionally or otherwise become increasingly irrelevant.

What does this tell us? Evidently we are not all doomed to be destroyed by our vice’s, but perhaps we should be careful on the ones we chose. We all run the risk of losing ourselves to the Mr Hyde who follows our heels weak and deformed if we let him out too often. It would quite frankly be a sorry affair if we were all the same, or all conservatively restrained, but perhaps the lesson is to be careful so that any activity that strengthens our Hyde’s we counterbalance with a Dr Jekyll saving good deed.  

Essentially we should all try to rescue ourselves with actions of good conscience – although I cannot say what makes good a bad deed there is clearly a balance to be had in life for our own sake.

Every time I read Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde I try even harder to balance out my moral timesheet in favour of the positive so as to avoid one day writing the same heart-breaking letter Dr Jekyll writes at the end of the novel, the final paragraph being a hopeless and bleak surrender to his evil self. Of course morality id on a spectrum and should be a largely personal thing, however I keep to the hope that deep down with enough exposure to the world we all begin to agree on what is essentially right and wrong, good and bad.      

And that is why Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde is a master class in morality, because we can do what we like, but we may end up loathing ourselves for doing so. Once we start repeating actions we regretted the first time over and over it cannot be said to be a learning experience but a bad habit with which we must part, or else look back on in our old age and lament.

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Well that was a bit serious wasn’t it?

Train journeys are looooong.

In Other posts on April 20, 2012 at 6:27 pm

I have neglected writing on here for far too long and it makes it hard to start again, you see I try too hard to find something ground-breaking to write about but then I realise that’s not what blogs are about. So I’m going for a rather nice soil-shifting level of writing. A kind, gentle-breeze of nonsense.Kind gentle-breeze of nonsense?  The fact I said it as drenched in sarcasm as possible ruins it somewhat, but alas I can nothing to change the way I am. So here goes with the gentle breeze.

It’s Friday, one cider down and shit loads of revision piling up all around me.  I cannot help but feel that I am drowning in a deluge of work but it is all self-inflicted so I shan’t complain too much. I can’t bemoan the whip I make for my own back now can I? That would just be beyond idiotic.

As idiotic as a really busy train to London missing a carriage for no good reason. But then that kind of thing happens so maybe that’s not too idiotic. Perhaps then it’d be as idiotic as two groups of passengers heading in different directions on that self-same train starting to yell at each other to get out of the way of one another in the broadest of Plymouthian accents.

I was unfortunately THE middle point between these two groups, I felt like I was in no-mans-land with two marauding bands of angry dim-wits trying to charge each other down. Needless to say that I got a good whiff of BO from all the fat men who stood on my toes.  But that’s not the worst of it, because for some reason all the women turned towards me when brushing by so I felt a lot of saggy breasts.  AND I MEANT A LOT – AND I MEAN VERY SAGGY.

I’m sure my Dad would love to hear I was feeling breasts but not like that, if it were possible I found myself more attracted to men then at any other point in my life.

The ONLY good thing to come out of this situation was a rather handsome chap (sorry Dad) stood opposite me on the train who because of the way he was stood kept falling towards me. He ruined this entertainment for me though by getting off at Exeter – Scum. What do we think of a man with a pink Iphone case by the way? Any opinions?

Then of course after Exeter I found myself stood by the toilet as more people rammed onto an overcrowded train. I felt like some sort of rent boy hanging around outside the toilets waiting to be dragged in, LUCKILY – and I do mean luckily – this didn’t happen. Instead I went the remainder of the journey trying to keep the suicidal battery on my Smart-phone from delving into the nothingness it seems so found of.

There was no post for me at either my home in Plymouth nor in Reading, nobody had called for me in Plymouth and nobody was in the front room to greet me when I got to Reading. If ever I have felt like I wanted an overdraft statement it was then to prove that I was alive and not actually in hell as the train journey suggested quite entirely.

Like I said, it’s Friday – and it seems that my day can only get better.

In a desperate attempt  to validate myself further I’ve spent a vast proportion of my time trying to get a healthy twitter account going so I can ‘reach’ more people. - https://twitter.com/#!/ThomasPriest1 (In case you’re interested ;) )

Of course if you just add Facebook friends on Twitter it seems a futile attempt at expansion really doesn’t it? So I have also followed celebrities but apparently they don’t respond to my goading like real people do so they must all be fake.

Ah well that’s my day – nothing of entire interest – short and sweet. Which is my final joke of the day really, coz I’m tall and bitter.

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As a final point the following people should be banned from trains: Fat people with no hygene, Sexual old women, Attractive young men going to Exeter, people who shout for no real reason, Dim-wits, drunkards, middle-class people, Upper-class people, lunatics, socially unacceptable people, screaming babies, silly girls.

BAD DAY

In Other posts on September 16, 2011 at 10:56 pm

People who know me know I have an unhelpful and awkward habit of sometimes taking a dislike to someone with no apparent reason. It’s hard to explain why I do this, but it can be agreed that as unique as we all think we are in life there are types of people.

To be honest though I am becoming mad at the British society in general .

We live in an age of need now, pay later with the  belief  that people shouldn’t have to work hard for what they want. It is a simple case of everyone looking out for themselves for no reason other than it suits them. People are more than happy to be supported by others but when it comes to repaying the favour they run for the hills and hide from any responsibility. Morality is dying in a culture of teenagers who see a means to their ends and do not consider consequences.

You’d think it cannot be physically possible to be so irritatingly unacceptable towards society and not know you’re doing something wrong. The London riots can be traced back in by extreme extension to our culture; which is one of pig-ignorant people who want everything they see as quickly as possible with no human contact so they don’t have to say please and thank-you or acknowledge anyone’s hard work.

EVERY DAY people try their hardest to ignore everyone around them, avoid staff in shops, avoid being polite.

Why can’t people be friendly to people in shops? To staff? Because they think they are better than someone who is working. No matter what the job, if someone is working and truly working then they deserve respect and not rudeness. I sound like an old man I know, but why is it wrong to want these things?

These ungrateful sods spawn more of the same through piss-poor parenting which makes me even angrier because the polite and kind population is being outnumbered. And the fewer polite people there are, the more disheartening the world becomes.

I had an elderly lady apologise today because what was clearly her son (who was about 30) had severe learning difficulties and was making a bit of noise. She genuinely looked apologetic when she said, and seemed a bit apprehensive as to whether I would make a comment about the noise.  I have a horrible suspicion she apologised because in the past some horrible little socially ignorant dickhead had had a go about being disturbed by her son. This woman who had clearly looked after her son his whole life, who has a wealth of patience and love deserves respect. But no we don’t respect her, no we respect some shitty sleazy footballer who thinks he is a god because he gets paid hundreds of thousands to spend on prostitutes (who always seem to be munting by the way, well done lads) and cocaine.

When I say this about no respect and bad society there is a common misconception to think I am talking about scummy people who don’t have jobs and don’t think they should get jobs. Well in part this is true. But high class commuters are just as piss ignorant. Society is going tits up, and I am furious that no one cares.
Well why should you? So long as you get what you want, when you want it without thinking about how you’ll be happy.

I live in an age of spoilt bastards, and what makes me sad is that I am what I despise.

I don’t know what to do about it, but I know you’ve gotta get mad first:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K91WIBsKu_Y&feature=related

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