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Geoffrey's monologue

A clink of a glass resonates around the empty room. Geoffrey is sprawled across a pew, the communion cup in his left hand, a half empty bottle of wine dripping on the floor.

Geoffrey: Someone died today, I conducted the sermon after all so I should know. Only, It wasn't  easy... I buried my wife.

Fade to black.

Geoffrey is stood over a freshly dug grave, rubbing his left hand where his ring was but hours before. Tears escape his tightly squeezed eyes, tumbling down his sloped nose, plummeting to the floor like bullets.

Geoffrey: I knew I should have let her go, our marriage was falling apart from the moment it began.

[PAUSES]

I tried to be good to her, but there were other things that demanded my attention. At the time, it seemed reasonable, y'know. Leaving her by herself, unattended. I never even brought her flowers. Yet, she would always lift my spirits each time I was near her.

I've always known that she was the one. We met through family, when we were both young. My love was being built, and although she was only a pile of rubble at the time; I knew that it was her. Only her. I've always known that I could build her up to where she was, in her prime.

Once something is at it's prime, the only way for it to go is down. So down it went - all of it, crumbled back into the pile of rubble that it once was. That is always will be.

Fade to black.

Geoffrey stands behind the altar, dressed in a casual outfit, a symbol of no longer being affiliated with the church.

Geoffrey: When Susan started drinking, I stopped caring for the Church. Call it blasphemy! Call it what you will but I call it love.

I gave up the Church for her, it was what was driving us apart. So yes, one of my greatest loves died today, but it wasn't Susan. In fact, it was her greatest rival - the Church.

A weathered wooden box is seen covered in soil, and out tumbles a ring. Geoffrey had buried his link to the Church. He is no longer a Vicar.

Fade to black.

Analysis of Bed Among the Lentils

1a) Just from the first stage direction, we learn that Susan is probably dependent on her husband, as she is labelled as "a vicar's wife". This indicates that Susan is probably just a housewife, and may be lonely.

Susan is "thin and nervous", telling the reader that she is probably quite shy. This gives the impression that she is a quiet person, and the monologue may also be quiet.

Susan "probably smokes", suggesting that she may be depressed and unhappy with her life in general. 

1b) Susans' use of language demonstrates that she is of a higher class, "so that would explain it". Her use of language is quite formal, suggesting that she is either a cold person, or of a higher class. She uses received pronunciation and is quite eloquent. 

1c) Bennett adds afterthoughts to make the monologue sound like a spontaneous speech, "It's my mother". This is an interrupted thought that makes the reader think that she is deep in thought.

1d) Susan is the narrator of her story, adding bits of knowledge that no other characters would know. "I could only find 10p" suggests that Susan was not particularly interested in the Sermon, as this was said in an off-handed way. It also suggests something about her private life, maybe her and Geoffrey haven't got a very good relationship.

1e) Susan feels as is her husband is parading her alcoholism for the whole parish. He is paying her attention now, but perhaps not the kind of attention she deserves. Geoffrey "brandishes it", referring to Susan's hand. Not one to miss an opportunity, he takes full advantage of her drinking problem. He uses it to pivot himself into the forefront of the Bishops mind, attempting to gain the promotion that he so desperately seeks.

1f) "The Communion wine. It's gone." This is one of the times that Bennett openly hints at Susan's drinking problem. This indicates that perhaps Geoffrey isn't as clueless as we previously thought. He may, in fact, already know about Susan's drinking problem.

Graphology

Graphology:

What is graphology?

Basically how the text appears on the page. This could be paragraph length variation, bold print, capital letters for emphasis. It could be font size, style, underlined phrases, or italics. In a magazine it could easily be pictures with quotes underneath, or pictures with captions. Not fitting with the pattern, it could also be juxtaposition (of their words and effects).

An introduction to me part 2 - Will I be great?

Dearest friend,

I have always wanted to be great. Not to just drift by in life without a purpose, but to impact the lives of many and change the lives of all. I've never known how exactly I was going to achieve this, but I have always that I would be able to.

Many people have a plan, not a purpose. What I mean by this is that they have a strategy, but never a reason as to why they have created it.

For me, it is the opposite.

I know where I want to be in twenty years time, but I am unsure of the route I'll take to get there. It's like I'm at a crossroads, but I can't see the signs. They're smudged, still there but barely legible, all the words spiraling into a complex puzzle. Every fork in the road is a sharp prong with its own consequences. You cannot turn back and change your mind, or else you'll slide off the slippery, sliver surface that you've worked so hard to polish and refine.

Funnily enough, you've felt the same way; that is why I'm coming to you for advice. You've always said to keep your options open, and I have. The world is my oyster, yes, but what If I'm allergic to seafood?

I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that perhaps I like having no direction?  Maybe I enjoy the feeling of not knowing where I'm going, the thrill of chasing dreams blindly? Perhaps I am destined to be great, but not in the ordinary sense.

Maybe I am going to be great - one day.

Yours sincerely,

Eunice Gachango.

An introduction to me part 1

Dearest friend,

Imagine me asking you to describe yourself in less than ten words.

What would you say? What your friends have told you you're like? The personality that you wish to have? How people expect you to behave? If I were asked to describe myself in less than ten words, I would say, "I am happy with who I am."

For me, this is a precise summary of my personality. I don't strive to be someone that I'm not. Yes, I look for ways in which I can improve my knowledge of the world, but I don't let the world dictate who I am. This means being aware of what's going on around me, but controlling what I think - of myself. Knowing this, I urge you to think of one thing that you would change about yourself; if you had all the means to at your disposal. No matter how much wealth you accumulate during your life, you cannot buy the satisfaction of knowing who you are. 

I know that this is full of recycled phrases, cliches and overused sentences, but I have experienced what it feels like to not know which direction is right for you. 

Being a teenager comes with its many challenges. For instance, in the space of two short years, you have to decide what you're doing for the rest of your life...

For many years, I wanted to pursue a career in medicine, preferably surgery. Every time somebody asked me what I wanted to be, I would reply without hesitation, "a doctor". A large part of me wanted to be a doctor, but my conscience was doubtful of my decision. Soon, the doubt grew, until I knew that medicine wasn't the right career choice for me. Relieved that I discovered this before I started my A-levels, I decided to do pursue law. I'd always been fond of the linguistic subjects (and arguing)!

However unsure I am of my future, and however much I may want to change my past... I can't. I live in the present. "Present" means gift, so why not enjoy that gift, use it for all its worth. This means doing something impulsive once in a while.Continue doing things that you enjoy, because you don't know when you'll no longer be able to do so.

Yours sincerely,

Eunice Gachango