Calpurnia's Dream

Cal: Caesar, my dear husband. Do please listen
To mine one last dream.
Caes: I will not Calpurnia, you have already
Stated what you feel.
Caesar creates thine own destiny.
Cal: But it isn’t just about you Caesar!
It’s about your friend, Marcus Brutus as well.
Caes: Wherefore does thou hide this?
Let me hear what troubles.
Cal: It followed the dream pertaining to you.
Thou really should stay with me-
Caes: I said that I shall entertain the thought
Now continue.
Cal: I know, it just frightens me so.
Caes: Continue with thine tale of horror.
Cal: Ay, we were at the senate house, for I
Was with thee for some unreasoned chance.
However, thou durst acknowledge me when thou
Saw me. In fact, thou acted like thee had
Seen Hades thineself!
Caes: Come now Calpurnia!
That seems too much.
Cal: But ‘twas what I saw!
Caes: That is far-fetched woman.
Cal: Should I continue with mine tale?
Caes: Of course, of course.
Cal: We were at the Senate
With Brutus in a room.
And there was a horrible snake.
Caes: Well of course you don’t like snakes!
Cal: But ‘tis not the reason.
Caes: Ay, continue.
Cal: Brutus was walking towards you when the snake
reared up behind him!
Caes: Blessed Apollo!
Cal: Ay, Apollo. But ‘tis all that it did.
However right after Antony and
Cassius walked through the door and looked right at
The snake.
Caes: Caius Cassius and Mark Antony?
Cal: Ay, the very same. Now do stop interrupting
For I will never finish!
Caes: Yes my love. Do continue.
Cal: They both picked up
The great thing and right as well threw it at
You. With which it continued to bite you,
But only once.
Caes: Oh my! Is that all?
Or did the great statue of Colossus
Fall with nothing but his feet left to stand?
Cal: Oh hush Caesar. This is oh so serious my love!
Caes: Julius Caesar dictates thine destiny.
Cal: Yes, I know dear. But you did say you would
Stay home anyway.

Brutus' Diary

Dear Confidante,

My soul is black. I fear the state of my home is crumbling. Rome is in turmoil.
After the race today, Mark Antonius thrice offered Caesar a crown like coronet. And thrice Caesar denied. Though according to Casca, each time he was bestowed the honour, and refused, each time a lion like hungriness entered his eyes.
While this was happening I was talking to Cassius. He confided in me a thrilling tale, of how he saved the glorious Caesar while on an easy quest.
And I tell you this because my dear Caesar is not well. He has fallen but twice and lost himself. He is not right.
Cassius has planted a seed in my head, that is growing swiftly. He has said Brutus sounds like Caesar. Brutus is loved like Caesar. Brutus is stronger than Caesar. So why does Brutus not see himself? But now Brutus sees himself. Brutus is good.
How can I deny these thoughts? And say I have never thought, nor written, these words down. For you could betray me. I would be a liar! A dishonest man if I said such thing.
Caesar wants what is best for him, not for what is best of Rome. He will take and conquer, for he will conquer. But not for Rome! Not for his people! For himself.
But I love him! He is my brother! For our love is like a brother. How do you tell a brother his thoughts are not pure and just?
Wherefore must I have these insights to Rome's future? How I wish I could become but a villager and forget my troubles. But no! Brutus is not a man to abandon his country!
I fear this is posessing me. I am not myself. I need to end this!

Brutus

Jane Eyre

I am reading the book Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. I don't know if I will be reading it much longer though, because it is extremely boring at times. I looked up some information on Charlotte. Her life was quite depressing. Her mother died shortly after she moved with her family for her father's job. She and her two older sisters went to a boarding school that was really poor. After attending that school her two older sisters died of tuberculosis. A while after that her brother died of alcoholism and use of opium. Some time after that her two younger sisters died of turberculosis. And quite a while after that her father died. As you can see, quite depressing. Charlotte also wrote under another name, just like Stephen King. Her fake name was Currer Bell. She has written six books.

The book Jane Eyre was written a really long time ago. So it's kind of confusing/boring reading the formal way that authors used to write. The atmosphere at the moment is very dreary and depressing. Mostly because Jane gets abused regularly by her cousin. And the people that she has to live with aren't nice to her, at all. So far what has happened, considering I'm only on page 60 out of 406, is that Jane has been sent away from her Aunts. Who she was living with because her parents are dead. She went to live with her uncle because he was actually nice to her and one of her only living relatives. But he died shortly after she moved into his house. Her aunt is horrible to her, and because Jane is supposedly a bad influence to her cousins she was sent to a poor boarding school. The headmaster of the boarding school is starving them and basically letting them freeze to death to teach them a lesson... What i don't know because everyone that goes to the school is an orphan. Which i think is horrible, why would you want to punish them any further when their parents have died?! The headmaster says it's to build character and to make them appreciate what he is giving them, which isn't much.
Oh well, i hope that the book gets less boring... My friend Sydney gave it to me because i had nothing else to read but she warned me that she couldn't get through it. I hope that i can. :)