The Hair and the Floor

I am overwhelmed with the images of Miss Havisham. I wonder if anyone has ever produced a greater monster. Dracula is really rather pale, and Frankenstein's was a little green, but Miss Havisham is death alive, well life in it's most pitiable final stages. Nothing left but hate.

I'm not sure Miss Havisham will make further appearances. I rather think that perhaps Dickens is done with her. He's turned the corner and the spectre in this hall is Magwitch; witch perhaps none the less. I haven't quite followed him yet... I'm still there with the witch of Satis Hall, haunting her own life, with those low and moaning cries...