There must be some type of phenomenon that makes one feel as though one has left the natural world. Some of them are typical of the fantastic genre to which this story falls into. The signalman speaks using repeated phrases, this emphasises the true extent to his trouble. This causes huge contrast between the beginning of the story and now, meaning the reader is caught between two minds, much like the speaker. The production heightens the story's crucial features of repetition and foreshadowing.
Why, that depended upon times and circumstances. People saw trains as huge ogres, because most people did not know much about trains. It is as though the signalman does not know whether or not he can trust either himself or the narrator. The evidence that I have found to back this up comes from the parts of the story where the bride was killed and the crash inside the tunnel. He became calm; the occupations incidental to his post as the night advanced, began to make larger demands on his attention; and I left him at two in the morning.
When I came down low enough upon the zig-zag descent, to see him again, I saw that he was standing between the rails on the way by which the train had lately passed, in an attitude as if he were waiting for me to appear. When you think of the education that is needed to be a signalman, than you may think of someone who has dropped out of school, or failed their exams. One is that he committed suicide. I had appointed to return accordingly. He questions it but it vanishes. The only character in the story that is identified with a name is an engine driver, called Tom.
This is probably because the reader enjoys being scared. This was a lonesome post to occupy I said , and it had riveted my attention when I looked down from up yonder. He touched me on the arm with his forefinger twice or thrice, giving a ghastly nod each time: 'That very day, as a train came out of the tunnel, I noticed, at a carriage window on my side, what looked like a confusion of hands and heads, and something waved. We went in again, shut the door, and resumed our seats. I thought it was just my imagination, but it was so real. How I curse the specter… just standing there shouting Danger! The nameless horror that oppressed me, passed in a moment, for in a moment I saw that this appearance of a man was a man indeed, and that there was a little group of other men standing at a short distance, to whom he seemed to be rehearsing the gesture he made.
However, the signalman doesn't have these luxuries. The sun was not yet quite down when I traversed the field-path near the top of the deep cutting. Starting form the beginning, when the signalman ignored the narrator. I liked the way the story was organised. It is as though he cannot logically process them in his mind or give them reason which would help him to understand what he has seen.
I have no choice but to wait for a death to happen. The role of the narrator is to act as a person that the signalman can trust; he speaks to the signalman as if he is in a powerful position, and as if he is in a different class to the signalman, The class system was more pronounced in Victorian times. For one reason or another the signalman has had very little luck in life and may have already been tortured in his mind prior to starting work as a signalman. It was made through a clammy stone, that became oozier and wetter as I went down. A relaxed and comfortably detached perspective is evident. Having reassured the signalman that there is nothing to fear, the traveller is welcomed into the lonely. The film also makes use of visual and aural devices.
Born in Portsmouth, England to a wealthy family, Charles John Huffman Dickens was a well-known writer even in his time, his books being published by the dozens. Is he really a lonely man in a solitary environment? Diary Entry 192 April 23rd 1865 This experience has been one of the most outlandish and eerie that one could of imagined. As he didn't seem to take heed of the whistle, I shut it off when we were running down upon him, and called to him as loud as I could call. Blade attempts to make an escape, but to no avail. The other passengers ash, as the one in the back seat tries to make a break for it. After a pause, during which he seemed to regard me with fixed attention, he motioned with his rolled-up flag towards a point on my level, some two or three hundred yards distant.
He took me into his box, where there was a fire, a desk for an official book in which he had to make certain entries, a telegraphic instrument with its dial face and needles, and the little bell of which he had spoken. They would think I was mad. The relationship between the narrator and the signalman develops throughout the story. The conversation is very direct in short sentences. The signalman reveals, to our friend, a tale of a faceless spectre which appears at the tunnel mouth each time the bell would eerily resonate. These occurrences leave no room for logic, rationalization or justification. It gives me the impression that there is something different about the people and the scene.
I put this arm before my eyes not to see, and i waved this arm to the last; but it was to no use. Understanding, He begins to believe in what the signalman was telling him. I resumed my downward way, and, stepping out upon the level of the railroad and drawing nearer to him, saw that he was a dark sallow man, with a dark beard and rather heavy eyebrows. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to www. If acted - as Dickens was part of a amateur theater group - these short sentences evoke urgency. It is also possible that Dickens is suggesting that the signalman though he has had opportunities in the past to improve his life. At the end, I let my conscience take the better of me, and told him that I was troubled.