The going’s slow but good so far in Great Expectations. I’ve gotten up to the point at which Pip goes to Miss Havisham’s for the first time and is entranced by the whole odd situation there, but most especially with the young Estella. I read this from chapter nine during mine and Benny’s naptime nursing/snuggle time and was quite taken with the common sense of it:
And then I told Joe that I felt very miserable, and that I hadn’t been able to explain myself to Mrs. Joe and Pumblechook who were so rude to me, and that there had been a beautiful young lady at Miss Havisham’s who was dreadfully proud, and that she had said I was common, and that I knew I was common, and that I wished I was not common, and that the lies had come of it somehow, though I didn’t know how.
This was a case of metaphysics, at least as difficult for Joe to deal with, as for me. But Joe took the case altogether out of the region of metaphysics, and by that means vanquished it.
“There’s one thing you may be sure of, Pip,” said Joe, after some rumination, “namely, that lies is lies. Howsever they come, they didn’t ought to come, and they come from the father of lies, and work round to the same. Don’t you tell no more of ’em, Pip. That ain’t the way to get out of being common, old chap.”
I think a lot of our problems would be solved if we’d just take them “altogether out of the region of metaphysics.”