Diary entries from any of the characters
Response:
January 10th, 1882
The bitter cold gets to me a little more, night by night. The dead of winter is never a pleasant time, especially when I have a household to keep warm and fed. At least the rent from Rellings and Molvik allow us to have a little extra money for winter clothing. It sure would be nice to live in the comfort that the Werles do. Tonight I went to a dinner party and, my, the food was delicious. I can not remember the last time I had pheasant so moist; then again, I can not recall the last time I had any pheasant.
The wealthy have it so nice. Even with my best clothes, I felt out of place. I suppose my career as a photographer does not bring in as much money as a banker would, but I certainly feel it keeps my family closer together. As I was speaking with Greggers tonight I could not help but notice the strong tension between him and his father. Although I have never been keen on Old Werle after what he did to my father, Greggers is a bright young soul. They seem to have quite different opinions on how one another should act. Could it be that wealth does that to people? I have heard my father say that again and again, but I find it rubbish.
Still, I find my family to be the most worth of my possession. I have a lovely wife who is willing to put up with my job, and a beautiful daughter who is my pride and joy. If it were not for these two I do not know how I would make it through. They put up with all of my nonsense when I am tired, and are always willing to make my day better. Just hearing Hedvig laugh takes the pain out of a bad day. I see her with her books, and sometimes I am envious. Although I have never found books worth my while, she tells me of the lands she explores through the stories. Ah, to be young again. Her spirit is something she certainly does not get from me, though I am positive our love is genetic.
The darn wind keeps blowing through the cracks in the window... I must go to sleep before I fall asleep from the cold.
With all respect,
Hjalmar Ekdal
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