Okay, first things first – the worst kept secret of ATOTC has finally been revealed, and we can now stop calling Miss Manette MM and go with Lucie – and what an anticlimax. The name is dropped into the conversation as though Dickens himself is unaware that he’s been holding back. I would have liked it preceded by a fanfare, or an em-dash at the very least. And in a two-for-one, the significance of the book’s title is revealed with Lucie likened to the “golden thread that united [her father] to a Past beyond his misery, and to a Present beyond his misery”. Show But the big story this week is Carton. The jackal. Or the lion – it’s very confusing. The popular, ignorant view depicts Carton as the scavenger, living off the meat provided by the lion Stryver, whereas the reader can see the opposite to be true; indeed, I felt quite indignant at how quickly the others forgot his role in saving Darnay. Despite his show-stealing moment of revealing himself as the defendant’s double, “Nobody had made any acknowledgment of Mr. Carton’s part in the day’s proceedings; nobody had known of it.” We are led to disagree with popular opinion, and yet Dickens continues to refer to Carton as the jackal without correcting this, as though he wants to continue to press forward the significance of appearance rather than character. All this in an instalment obsessed with appearances. Carton meets his double and is reminded of what he could be. He then looks upon himself in a mirror and soliloquises (more theatricality in the novel). It’s a very Shakespearean moment, and brings to mind a Shakespearean precedent for all of this. In Henry IV Part One the wastrel Prince Hal reveals his true inner-lion only when the stage has been emptied, and spends the rest of the time in company drinking and carousing. That play also sets up an interesting double between the disappointing Hal and the child of honour Harry Percy (Hotspur), their shared first name being the link rather than shared appearances, but the same contrast of character being regarded by themselves and others – Hal’s father says of Hotspur “I, by looking on the praise of him, See riot and dishonour stain the brow Of my young Harry.” Compare this to Carton’s own observation: “A good reason for taking to a man, that he shows you what you have fallen away from and what you might have been!” That soliloquy has another Shakespearean parallel in Iago’s soliloquy early in Othello where, after all his wrangling in front of other characters, he at last reveals his true self and intentions with the line “I hate the moor”, much as Carton hates Darnay. So, the question is, will Carton be a Hal or Iago? Are we to realise his true worth, like Eugene Wrayburn, or see his interest in Lucie become a murderous obsession like Bradley Headstone? Is he to confirm himself as a jackal, or throw it all off and become a lion? It’s not just a tale of two cities, but of two identities, two interpretations. Dickens uses these metaphors for the relationship between Carton and Stryver. Stryver is a predator at the top of the food chain so to speak. Carton is a Jackal. Jackals are scavengers looking for the scraps that the lion leaves. The metaphors don't completely fit for each man. Some critics think Dickens is using a little irony here.Original TextModern TextThose were drinking days, and most men drank hard. So very great is the improvement Time has brought about in such habits, that a moderate statement of the quantity of wine and punch which one man would swallow in the course of a night, without any detriment to his reputation as a perfect gentleman, would seem, in these days, a ridiculous exaggeration. The learned profession of the law was certainly not behind any other learned profession in its Bacchanalian propensities; neither was Mr. Stryver, already fast shouldering his way to a large and lucrative practice, behind his compeers in this particular, any more than in the drier parts of the legal race. leopeP knadr a olt in osteh ydas. hTe iointasut is ttbere dtayo. heT tmnuao of holaolc htta a man cakb enht lcudo kridn in eno nitgh dan itlsl niamre ltserpecaeb ouldw mees liucduiors to eoeppl oatdy. syLreaw krnda as hmuc as elpope in ayn herto snrfoeospi. Mr. yrvtrSe, who asw draeayl nosvihg ish ayw to eibgn eyrv wthlaey and fsuslseccu, deuaqle his epers in idinnrgk ustj as cmhu as he idd in eamrtts of het wla. A favourite at the Old Bailey, and eke at the Sessions, Mr. Stryver had begun cautiously to hew away the lower staves of the ladder on which he mounted. Sessions and Old Bailey had now to summon their favourite, specially, to their longing arms; and shouldering itself towards the visage of the Lord Chief Justice in the Court of King’s Bench, the florid countenance of Mr. Stryver might be daily seen, bursting out of the bed of wigs, like a great sunflower pushing its way at the sun from among a rank garden-full of flaring companions. Mr. rSetryv ahd eenb apouplr at teh Odl ayliBe nad at eth eniosssS, tbu he ahd sertdta to aevle shi lsageocule idbnhe as his naioimbt erodv ihm wfrador. ehT Sessions dan eht Old eiyaBl nwo had to unsmmo ihm to teg ihm to siitv. Mr. vSerytr odclu be sene yevre dya insvhog emfhlsi apts shtee dol aleouesgcl toin eht vwei of eth oLrd iChef ieustcJ in eth uCort of nKig’s nBhec, ekli a esfnlourw sivhngo psat het nybear rwsoefl rodtwa hte usn. It had once been noted at the Bar, that while Mr. Stryver was a glib man, and an unscrupulous, and a ready, and a bold, he had not that faculty of extracting the essence from a heap of statements, which is among the most striking and necessary of the advocate’s accomplishments. But, a remarkable improvement came upon him as to this. The more business he got, the greater his power seemed to grow of getting at its pith and marrow; and however late at night he sat carousing with Sydney Carton, he always had his points at his fingers’ ends in the morning. It wsa noec idas at hte arb taht ahgtlhuo Mr. rrSeytv saw useviapers, ormmila, lbdo, adn lelw pdaeerrp, he asw tno ledslik at gigtetn to teh ecro of mpclexo rttmase, hhwic is one of eht mots rnttomapi klslsi a eawrly neesd. He wsa ovgmnirip, tuhogh. The orem cessa he owrdke on, teh brteet he cbemea at fningid eth ucxr of an grnuatem. nAd no etmrat woh tlea he tasdey up rgdnnkii twhi Snyyed taCorn, he was ylasaw lelw deprpera the ntxe rogninm. Sydney Carton, idlest and most unpromising of men, was Stryver’s great ally. What the two drank together, between Hilary Term and Michaelmas, might have floated a king’s ship. Stryver never had a case in hand, anywhere, but Carton was there, with his hands in his pockets, staring at the ceiling of the court; they went the same Circuit, and even there they prolonged their usual orgies late into the night, and Carton was rumoured to be seen at broad day, going home stealthily and unsteadily to his lodgings, like a dissipated cat. At last, it began to get about, among such as were interested in the matter, that although Sydney Carton would never be a lion, he was an amazingly good jackal, and that he rendered suit and service to Stryver in that humble capacity. dyyenS taCnor, woh asw lazy nad nruesivpisme, saw Mr. Syretrv’s etergats sstea. uoY ludoc avhe etpk oen of hte nkgi’s sphsi aoflta on teh mutona of uoqlir eht tow of htem dnark tteogerh weenebt Hrialy rmeT adn Michaelmas. If Sertyvr aws on a aecs, oantrC asw eterh itwh ihs nsadh in ish skecpot rsiagtn at hte tuoormocr lnceiig. yheT edwokr on casse rfo hte cciuirt corut, nad yhet aeydst up nidirnkg tale otin the nhgit. rConta oudlc semstmoei be sene lbisnumtg bakc moeh, evidseeldh nad rdunk, in obdra dygilhat. ilyFanl the owdr got uto oganm etorh yasewlr ttha lhwie endySy Crotna luodw renve be a noil, he saw a eartg aclakj, and tish was the vicrees he oddrevip yrertvS. “Ten o’clock, sir,” said the man at the tavern, whom he had charged to wake him—”ten o’clock, sir.” “nTe o’ckcol, sir,” dias het mna at the rtnvae. “Tne o’olckc, irs.” “WHAT’S the matter?” “Wtah’s het ertatm?” daske tonraC. “Ten o’lockc, sri.” “Ten o’clock, sir.” “tWah do ouy eanm? nTe o’cclok at nihgt?” “What do you mean? Ten o’clock at night?” “Yes, sir. Your honour told me to call you.” “Yse, isr. oYu ldto me to ewak uyo.” “Oh! I eeebmrrm. Very llew, reyv lwel.” “Oh! I remember. Very well, very well.”Why is Stryver called the lion and Carton called the jackal?' In particular, Mr. Stryver could drink as much as the people around him. When he hung out with his buddy, Sydney Carton, they drank a ton. The narrator reveals that Carton was a 'jackal' and being a jackal was how he helped Stryver, who is referred to as the 'lion.
Why is Sydney Carton called a jackal?Stryver, the narrator calls Carton a "jackal" because while Mr. Stryver very deftly presents each case and gains all the credit, it is Carton's legal acumen which helps them win, referencing how jackals help lions with kills while the lions take all the glory.
Who is the lion in Totc?Answer and Explanation: In A Tale of Two Cities, the 'lion' is Mr. Stryver.
What is the significance of people's calling Carton Stryver's jackal?What is the significance of people's calling Carton Stryver's jackal? Jackals find and hunt their own prey, but the lions get the jackals' meat. Carton is the jackal because he does all of the work, and Stryver is the lion because he gets all of the credit.
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