What if they had had a chance to fight about their feelings? I think that things would have ended a little bit differently...
“They each presented a glass to Lanark. Then Vernon offered a glass to Clive and Clive gave his to Vernon”
Lanark then drank both glasses of champagne while exchanging pleasantries with the two all friends (that really were not that pleasant). All of a sudden, Lanark stopped laughing. He froze and started falling to the ground.
A high pitched scream pierced the air. A fat woman in a frilly pink dress cried out: “HE’S DEAD!!!”
An on-site team of rescuers (someone always needed a band-aid or pain killer in these high society settings) ran to him. They were kind of drunk, so instead of realizing that he had simply fainted, they too believed that he was dying.
“What has he had?” One cries, “Quickly! Someone! THIS MAY SAVE HIS LIFE!!!”
Clive felt uneasy. Had he accidentally given Lanark the wrong glass? He had already gambled one life at Allen Crags. Even though the last of his morality was dwindling, he knew he had to say something.
“I may have given him a sleeping pill by mistake!” Clive blurted out. To his surprise, he heard another voice speak at the same time. He looked up in horror to see that Vernon had just offered the same information. They caught each other’s eyes.
The rescue squad was relieved; they had not wanted to deal with anything serious, so they set Lanark down on a row of chairs and rejoined the party.
Clive and Vernon still stared at each other, slowly realizing the implications.
“Tell me the truth” Vernon demanded, “Was that meant for me?”
Clive knew that lying would only make matters worse at this point.
“Yes” he admitted, “But it was just for our agreement. Look at yourself! You’re going mad!”
Vernon looked aghast, “I’m mad! Look at yourself! You just tried to kill me!”
“So did you!” Clive proclaimed
(At this point in the story there is some vulgar diction and a small amount of physical violence that most possibly would not be appropriate for school)
Vernon looked sheepish. A tangible awkwardness filled the air, as they both tried to avoid eye contact. Clive focused intently on the fat lady, now attempting to salsa dance with a fearful looking waiter.
“Maybe” Vernon said, “We have both made some mistakes. Maybe we are both a little crazy”
“Perhaps” Clive conceded.
They looked at each other again.
“I’m sorry” They both blurted out at the same time.
They then hugged it out just as the fat lady decided to start an opera karaoke competition
“Do you have any of that powder left?”
Lanark then drank both glasses of champagne while exchanging pleasantries with the two all friends (that really were not that pleasant). All of a sudden, Lanark stopped laughing. He froze and started falling to the ground.
A high pitched scream pierced the air. A fat woman in a frilly pink dress cried out: “HE’S DEAD!!!”
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| Although she is not fat, I felt that she got the sentiment across |
“What has he had?” One cries, “Quickly! Someone! THIS MAY SAVE HIS LIFE!!!”
Clive felt uneasy. Had he accidentally given Lanark the wrong glass? He had already gambled one life at Allen Crags. Even though the last of his morality was dwindling, he knew he had to say something.
“I may have given him a sleeping pill by mistake!” Clive blurted out. To his surprise, he heard another voice speak at the same time. He looked up in horror to see that Vernon had just offered the same information. They caught each other’s eyes.
The rescue squad was relieved; they had not wanted to deal with anything serious, so they set Lanark down on a row of chairs and rejoined the party.
Clive and Vernon still stared at each other, slowly realizing the implications.
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| The guilt that Clive feels |
Clive knew that lying would only make matters worse at this point.
“Yes” he admitted, “But it was just for our agreement. Look at yourself! You’re going mad!”
Vernon looked aghast, “I’m mad! Look at yourself! You just tried to kill me!”
“So did you!” Clive proclaimed
(At this point in the story there is some vulgar diction and a small amount of physical violence that most possibly would not be appropriate for school)
Vernon looked sheepish. A tangible awkwardness filled the air, as they both tried to avoid eye contact. Clive focused intently on the fat lady, now attempting to salsa dance with a fearful looking waiter.
“Maybe” Vernon said, “We have both made some mistakes. Maybe we are both a little crazy”
“Perhaps” Clive conceded.
They looked at each other again.
“I’m sorry” They both blurted out at the same time.
They then hugged it out just as the fat lady decided to start an opera karaoke competition
“Do you have any of that powder left?”
Lizzy, I found this post incredibly funny as it provides an interesting alternate ending to the book. I admit that I have also thought about what would happen if they accidentally gave the wrong glass to Lanark however I imagined that neither would admit anything given their past instances of not following the morally right decision. However your ending is quite entertaining.
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