Miss Havisham's Bake Sale
Published on Sep 27, 2013
Miss Havisham shows Pip her dusty wedding reception and rotting cake.
[font size="5"font color="green"face="New Times Roman"]So consumed by hatred, Miss Havisham's heart begins to decay, as well as her spider-infested wedding cake[/font]
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[font color="green" font size="5" font face="New Times Roman"]Whatever waste she laid to the house, the bridal-cake survived it. It sits on a long table in one of the house’s larger chambers. After so many years, it’s become wrapped with veils of cobwebs and “speckled-legged spiders with blotchy bodies” run to and from it. The entire room it’s in seethes with crawling things. Blackbeetles scuttle at the hearth. Mice skitter behind the paneling. Pip and Miss Havisham walk in this room thrice weekly; the exercise is the reason for his continued attendance at the house.
Over and over they pass along the same circuit: through her dressing room, then across the staircase landing to the chamber with the collapsed moldering cake for a rotation there. This lasts for hours each visit.[/font]
[font color="green" font size="5" font face="New Times Roman"]Miss Havisham circles the moldering wedding cake the same way her mind circles around the memory of Compeyson’s betrayal. Up and down and around. It’s the nature of moldering-cake thoughts that we sometimes want to be done with them, with all our being; while other times we may luxuriate in them in an excess of self-lacerating splendor. In fits of wishful thinking, we may delude ourselves into thinking the cake is not moldering after all and might still be joyfully eaten. Still other times we may think we are done with these thoughts, at last, and have wisely moved on and then -- there we are, circling that old cake again.
On and on, over and over.[/font]
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