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January 30, 2006


Filed under: Uncategorized — by bronteana @ 7:07 pm

Miss Mix by Ch-l-tte Br-nte

This just beats all. It is a ‘condensed’ version of …a novel by someone whose name resembles Ch-l-tte Br-nte. This parody was written by Bret Harte in 1867 and it is… totally mad. Some excerpts:

Upon her arrival at ‘Blunderbore Hall’ Miss Mix has just finished her 7th and started her 8th cup of tea when someone jumps in through the library window- shattering the glass:

“Don’t be excited. It’s Mr. Rawjester,—he prefers to come in sometimes in this way. It’s his playfulness, ha! ha! ha!”

“I perceive,” I said calmly. “It’s the unfettered impulse of a lofty soul breaking the tyrannizing bonds of custom.” And I turned toward him.

Mr. Rawjester is very strong indeed, and a little more than ‘peculiar’:

As he absently tied the poker into hard knots with his nervous fingers, I watched him with some interest.


“Fearful! Call you this fearful? Ha! ha! ha! Look! you wretched little atom, look!” and he dashed forward, and, leaping out of the window, stood like a statue in the pelting storm, with folded arms. He did not stay long, but in a few minutes returned by way of the hall chimney. I saw from the way that he wiped his feet on my dress that he had again forgotten my presence.


“You are a governess. What can you teach?” he asked, suddenly and fiercely thrusting his face in mine.

“Manners!” I replied calmly.

“Ha! teach me!”

“You mistake yourself,” I said, adjusting my mittens. “Your manners require not the artificial restraint of society. You are radically polite; this impetuosity and ferociousness is simply the sincerity which is the basis of a proper deportment. Your instincts are moral; your better nature, I see, is religious. As St. Paul justly remarks—see chap. 6, 8, 9, and 10”—

He seized a heavy candlestick, and threw it at me. I dodged it submissively but firmly.

“Excuse me,” he remarked, as his under jaw slowly relaxed. “Excuse me, Miss Mix—but I can’t stand St. Paul! Enough—you are engaged.”

He’s also very romantic:

“So you risked your life to save mine, eh? you canary-colored teacher of infants.”


“You love me, Mary Jane,—don’t deny it! This trembling shows it!” He drew me closely toward him, and said, with his deep voice tenderly modulated,—“How’s her pooty tootens,—did she get her ’ittle tootens wet,—b’ess her?”

There’s a giant ‘negress’ dancing around his bed for awhile- Miss Mix is told this is his ‘first’ but then he throws his boots at her head and that’s an end of that.

And then he robs all of his guests and threatens to kill Jane- I mean Miss Mix if she doesn’t help him. They tie everyone up, he lights the house on fire and proposes to Miss Mix in the glow of the flames devouring his THREE crazy wives (and a bunch of other people).

And they all lived happily ever after… except for the crazy wives, servants, Blanche Marabout, the housekeeper, and little French Nina…



  1. OMG!!! This is HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!

    hmm still..there is so much violence in it though..

    I saw from the way that he wiped his feet on my dress that he had again forgotten my presence.

    He seized a heavy candlestick, and threw it at me. I dodged it submissively but firmly.

    along with the shattering of the glass.

    The latter does resemble the shattering of the glass in Mr. Lockwood’s room in Wuthering Heights :-/

    But aside from that yeah.. it is undeniably funny. I am also also having fun and frustration trying to envision a “wretched looking atom” 😀

    Comment by mysticgypsy — January 30, 2006 @ 8:54 pm |Reply

  2. LOL! Oh yes, the wretched atom. Mr Rochester has really good eyesight (at least for now…), as he can discern the emotions of atoms! Amazing man. He also looks like a gorilla- like that other man… Heathcliff. 😉

    Ah, see! That’s where Lockwood went wrong. No need to pound on the doors- he could come in through the chimney like Mr Rawjester!

    “I WILL get in!”

    But then, Heathcliff would just have to throw another puppy I mean log on the fire…

    Comment by Brontëana — January 30, 2006 @ 9:42 pm |Reply

  3. OMG coming in through the chimney!!!! haahahahhaahah
    I am trying to see Timothy Dalton doing such a thing 😛

    OMG Bronteana..the puppy-hurling-gorilla-looking Heathcliff is a very sad sight indeed. And frightening no doubt.

    btw, does Heathcliff really throw a puppy in the fire? ( I probably missed that detail from the novel if it was the case..)

    Comment by mysticgypsy — January 30, 2006 @ 10:14 pm |Reply

  4. From Miss Mix:
    He had never once looked at me. He stood with his back to the fire, which set off the herculean breadth of his shoulders. His face was dark and expressive; his under jaw squarely formed, and remarkably heavy. I was struck with his remarkable likeness to a gorilla.


    I dreamed that I was wandering through a tropical forest. Suddenly I saw the figure of a gorilla approaching me. As it neared me, I recognized the features of Mr. Rawjester. He held his hand to his side as if in pain. I saw that he had been wounded. He recognized me and called me by name…

    No, there’s no puppy burning but there are a lot of strangled dogs in that book, and then there’s the pile of dead rabbits…

    Comment by Brontëana — January 30, 2006 @ 11:21 pm |Reply

  5. OMG! strangled dogs I do recall..:(
    oh and the sparrows…doesn’t he kill off the baby sparrows (or the eggs..i forget which)

    Comment by mysticgypsy — January 31, 2006 @ 12:32 am |Reply

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