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iniquity,
sauvity.
"Thank you very much," said Oak, in the modest tone good manners demanded, thinking, however, that he would never let Bathsheba see him playing the flute;
He wouldn't play the flute around Bathsheba for fear of looking ugly? :/ That's a red flag right there
"Well, ye see, neighbours, I was lately married to a woman, and she's my vocation now, and so ye see—" The young man halted lamely. "New Lords new laws, as the saying is, I suppose," remarked Coggan.
Women/wives as jobs or rulers
Then Gabriel arose and went off with Jan Coggan, who had offered him a lodging.
It feels strange to have access to scenes which do not include Oak bc he's been the spectator so often. It was giving third person limited, not omniscient
She fleed at him like a cat—never such a tomboy as she is—of course I speak with closed doors?"
Henerey Fray sees Bathsheba as a tom-boy. His tone suggests the villagers are intimidated by her. Also, it's interestibg that Henerey is criticizing her masculine qualities to the effeminate Joseph Poorgrass
Laban Tall
Susan Tall's husband
"Fanny Robin—Miss Everdene's youngest servant—can't be found.
Was this the slight girl met by Oak? The one to whom he gave a shilling?
The most mysterious matter connected with her absence—indeed, the only thing which gives me serious alarm—is that she was seen to go out of the house by Maryann with only her indoor working gown on—not even a bonnet."
Lol Oak has seen Bathsheba riding a horse like a man would, and sans bonnet
It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness,
though a limited series, it was one from which he had acquired more sound information by diligent perusal than many a man of opportunities has done from a furlong of laden shelves.
Absolutely. There are plenty of people out there who keep books primarily as decor
hoary
This circumstance, and the generally sleepy air of the whole prospect here, together with the animated and contrasting state of the reverse façade, suggested to the imagination that on the adaptation of the building for farming purposes the vital principle of the house had turned round inside its body to face the other way. Reversals of this kind, strange deformities, tremendous paralyses, are often seen to be inflicted by trade upon edifices—either individual or in the aggregate as streets and towns—which were originally planned for pleasure alone.
Reversals-- is this indicative of Bathsheba's sudden change from reluctant romatic prospect to mistress of the farm? Pleasure --> Responsibility
the stairs themselves continually twisting round like a person trying to look over his shoulder.
occasionally showed some earnestness, which consisted half of genuine feeling, and half of mannerliness superadded by way of duty.
Is performance/tact earnest?
The door was tapped with the end of a crop or stick.
A shepherd's crook?
A woman's dress being a part of her countenance, and any disorder in the one being of the same nature with a malformation or wound in the other,
Just wait until the invention of athleisure
"Forty, I should say—very handsome—rather stern-looking—and rich."
So the rich Mr. Boldwood is a romantic possibility- and what a name, too!
You ought to be married by this time, and not here troubling me!" "Ay, mistress—so I did. But what between the poor men I won't have, and the rich men who won't have me, I stand as a pelican in the wilderness!"
Vibes
"A man wanted to once," she said, in a highly experienced tone, and the image of Gabriel Oak, as the farmer, rose before her.
Was he really the only one?
Philistines
I have formed a resolution to have no bailiff at all, but to manage everything with my own head and hands." The men breathed an audible breath of amazement.
Transgressive woman, yet again
"And the new shepherd have been to Buck's Head, by Yalbury, thinking she had gone there, but nobody had seed her," said Laban Tall.
Okay, so he's got to be keeping his promise to Fanny. Will he betray her trust to earn Bathsheba's favor?
"Matthew Moon, mem," said Henery Fray, correctingly, from behind her chair, to which point he had edged himself.
Lying to get more money?
This lady called herself five-and-twenty, looked thirty, passed as thirty-five, and was forty. She was a woman who never, like some newly married, showed conjugal tenderness in public, perhaps because she had none to show.
Susan Tall is iconic
Mr. Fray here drew up his features to the mild degree of melancholy required when the persons involved in the given misfortune do not belong to your own family.
Lol. Suitable performance of sympathy
But perhaps her air was the inevitable result of the social rise which had advanced her from a cottage to a large house and fields.
Reversal
Gabriel had listened with interest. "I saw them go," he said.
Yes! Protect my girl Fanny. But I'm curious why she left?
She then rose; but before retiring, addressed a few words to them with a pretty dignity, to which her mourning dress added a soberness that was hardly to be found in the words themselves.
Dress adding much to a woman's countenance
Liddy, elevating her feelings to the occasion from a sense of grandeur, floated off behind Bathsheba with a milder dignity not entirely free from travesty, and the door was closed.
Travesty? Mourning dress? Foreboding
This climax of the series had been reached to-night on the aforesaid moor, and for the first time in the season its irregularities were forms without features; suggestive of anything, proclaiming nothing, and without more character than that of being the limit of something else—the lowest layer of a firmament of snow.
A blank slate-- a new start for my guy Farmer Oak
the instinctive thought was that the snow lining the heavens and that encrusting the earth would soon unite into one mass without any intervening stratum of air at all.
Fate?
The tones were masculine, and not those of surprise. The high wall being that of a barrack, and marriage being looked upon with disfavour in the army, assignations
Lmao, not anymore
"O, must I?—it is, when shall we be married, Frank?" "Oh, I see. Well—you have to get proper clothes."
If it weren't that, it'd be something else
banns
peregrinations.
yeomen
this Saturday's début in the forum, whatever it may have been to Bathsheba as the buying and selling farmer, was unquestionably a triumph to her as the maiden.
Bathsheba, without looking within a right angle of him, was conscious of a black sheep among the flock.
Interesting to use "black sheep" as a metaphor in a book that often discusses literal sheep and shepherds... So Bathsheba has found a man who is a black sheep here (based on what? his appearance?), but she -- as a woman -- is also a black sheep in this setting and the overall profession. And perhaps the "sheep" whom Farmer (shepherd) Oak hopes to claim
recusant's
It may be said that married men of forty are usually ready and generous enough to fling passing glances at any specimen of moderate beauty they may discern by the way.
Men ain't shit. Never have been
whist
"But there was one man who had more sense than to waste his time upon me."
Okay, so he's different because he didn't gawk at her in the market. Of course she's interested in the one man not paying her any attention
"Oh, Farmer Boldwood," murmured Bathsheba, and looked at him as he outstripped them. The farmer had never turned his head once, but with eyes fixed on the most advanced point along the road, passed as unconsciously and abstractedly as if Bathsheba and her charms were thin air.
Farmer Boldwood's head was not turned by this bombshell. Are all of his eggs in the Fanny Robin basket?
"Simply his nature—I expect so, miss—nothing else in the world." "Still, 'tis more romantic to think he has been served cruelly, poor thing'! Perhaps, after all, he has!" "Depend upon it he has. Oh yes, miss, he has! I feel he must have."
Liddy's switch-up goes crazy here
perforce.
Boldwood's had begun to be a troublesome image—a species of Daniel in her kingdom who persisted in kneeling eastward when reason and common sense said that he might just as well follow suit with the rest, and afford her the official glance of admiration which cost nothing at all.
Uh oh... Attracted to indifference, are we? Crazy how it's just the thing to make a confident, magnetic, &/or self-assured woman begin to doubt herself
frolicsomely.
Amazing
where the atmosphere was that of a Puritan Sunday lasting all the week, the letter and its dictum changed their tenor from the thoughtlessness of their origin to a deep solemnity, imbibed from their accessories now.
Uh oh
The vast difference between starting a train of events, and directing into a particular groove a series already started, is rarely apparent to the person confounded by the issue.
