arrogant character and the way he seemed determined to treat people with the least amount of propriety.
Mr Christopher was a greedy and inhospitable man, full of pride and success which he had acquired from becoming the richest man in the village. As a child he had come from a respectable family in the town but since then a lot had happened to prevent the person he would have become if certain events had not occurred. Sometimes life makes you wonder of the person you could and would have become if certain events had not taken your character on a journey; sometimes for the better but other times for the worst.
A beautiful heart can bring things into your life that all the money in the world cannot obtain. This is however one thing he had not learned in his experiences, and nor would he ever learn. Individuals cannot teach people things that are beyond their knowledge and destiny however hard they try or want to, they can never force a person to change as much as they are hated or believed to be a wrong person in character and judgement. This is however what makes us all unique.
Elinor, although quiet and deep thinking, would use a large amount of wit and sarcasm to her advantage when dealing with the disagreeable and proud propensities of human ways. This however allowed her to think in depth about the world around her, and allowed her to generate opinions which, however true they maybe, conveyed a sarcastic message. Often attracting people of a high intellect and low propriety. Indeed this being the one reason she had never accepted a proposal of marriage or ever would.
“Mr Clark, you are overdue on the rent, this seems to happen every month and I am becoming quite tired of it,” Mr Christopher said.
“Give me one more week and I can give you double of what I owe you,” Mr Clark replied.
“Are you sure as I am in two minds whether to believe you are not, considering your past history,” Mr Christopher said.
“Yes I am completely sure, Elinor can vouch for it,” Mr Clark replied.
This was a queue for Elinor’s presence. She walked up to them and said, “I will make sure, Mr Christopher that the money will be there.”
“Oh ok but I will be expecting it on my desk by next Friday,” Mr Christopher said. This action conveyed that Mr Christopher had a slight soft spot for Elinor. She wondered greatly of it and felt that perhaps it was better to keep her distance from him, to save any embarrassment from either.
Mr Christopher stormed off, clearly bubbled in anger and surely therefore quite determined to seek solace in his pathetic excuse of a house. Elinor had never quite understood why he was so determined to ruin everyone’s life and all that they hold dear. The reason why was of course due to the misfortunes that he had encountered in his life; at the game that he was losing. “Why should everyone else be happy when my life is a rather dismal disarray?” - The statement that he lived his whole life believing and wondering. This being the reason he had never formed any attachment or felt he could trust anyone, even the people closest to him which were not many.
Mr Clark clearly pleased and well satisfied, opened the door to the cottage and entered with an air of great pride and achievement. Elinor was glad that they had managed to extend the deadline of the rent to enable them to have more time to collect and make up the money, for at least it relieved a burden for her father.
Thomas Clark, a doctor for the local miners and villagers, was the proud father of Elinor and Henry Clark. An intelligent and well-read man who enjoyed the company of many. Preferring to be in the company of others he would greatly promote companionship and communal activities, which meant meeting new acquaintances were part of everyday life. Sometimes the happiest people, although they may seem the most content and smile the brightest, are the saddest.
His deceased wife (and mother of Elinor and Henry) would always have a place in his heart and mind. She was woven into his life and a place of solace. Their love was a sacred bond, unconditional and idyllic and never to be forgotten. Like ivy around a tree, blossoming, undying, intricately weaved.
Matrimony may not always be to the advantage of both but was rarely embraced by the love or affection of both ;mainly to be used to secure fortune as a legal union of two people confirming the personal future of that person and situation in life. However for Elinor’s mother and father this was not the case. Despite the objections and desperate attempts to keep them apart –due to fortune and future living-of Mrs Clark’s family, they did not succeed.
As well as from nature, Elinor had also took the inspiration for her poetry writing from her mother and father. Due to the way they treated and endured life. Their love and affection for one another and their love of the outside world (which Elinor had acquired). Sometimes the things that matter the most to us are the hardest things to actually do. Sometimes they matter so much that we never do them, because our fear of failure is stronger than our fear of not even trying. She learnt that there is such a thing as allowing and putting all your trust into someone’s heart and allowing them to guide you through the journey of life. However she also knew that not all people get the happy ending that they so deserve and desire.
Anyone ordinary can secure a good future; fortune and living. Sometimes the world becomes a better place because you’re not ordinary or normal, agree to the rules and take part in monotonous daily activities. Elinor had always been told that she should be doing things that she had absolutely no desire to take part in or achieve, making her life sometimes slightly ruled by other people, hence the need to escape to her solace of the forest. Normally they consisted of people of an older age and higher class than Elinor, making her feel it her duty to participate in what advice she received from them.
Suddenly she was brought back to reality by a gentle breeze that whipped her black curls over her shoulder.
She followed her father indoors. The two wooden chairs perpendicular to each other framed the coffee table. A small cubic bookcase stood against the adjoining wall to the kitchen.
The Kitchen was the place where they spent most of their mornings, conversing about the day ahead or any happenings or gossip in which they had read about in the local newspaper. They would sit around the table next to the Arga cooker, which had withstood an inordinate length of time. The kitchen was a rather large space and was the warmest room in the house, making it favourable to her father in the cold mornings.
A vase of deep lavender sat, about centre to the drawing room, amid an assortment of literature and music sheets. The intense aroma rising like plumes, weaves its way into every nook and cranny. The layout of the cottage was of a peculiar kind. The next door leading on from the living room was entered into a hallway. The front door was placed here. The door was stout, made of oak darkened by the years, it was protected by a small porch, thatched with straw like the sloping roof of the cottage.
Elinor had lived in the cottage all her life and felt that she could live in it for the rest of it. It was all that a comfortable home should be, suitable for the two of them and allowed space for a pianoforte which Elinor felt was necessary to allow her to improve herself and to feel a sense of achievement with each note played. Mr Clark was also an enjoyer of all things musical and declared one day, “I could listen to these beautiful notes all day long.” much to Elinor’s satisfaction. Often more than five hours a day would go by in which they had done nothing but play and listen to music (given by Elinor) and sometimes read extracts of their favourite books. They were very similar in their hobbies.
Elinor’s bedroom was the furthest east of the cottage. It was the smallest room, but she felt it the warmest. It consisted of everything that was important to her and she kept it fairly tidy, considering the fact that she would never let anyone clean or confuse her organisation. Although her writing desk had not been placed in her bedroom, as she felt it much more comfortable in the room downstairs, closest to the window, it was still a rather effective
