Ch II Jasmine's Observation of Rose
It was upon sweeping the deck that I saw the beautiful Rose walk by me, and let me tell you, she did make quite a picture. She was dressed up in a very fine, satin pink dress, with a red, satin sash around the waist. Sometimes, I wish I could wear such clothes and live a life of leisure. I noticed by looking at her hands, that she has never had to do any hard labour in her life. What a lucky lady! I am really happy that she is very fortunate! She was walking by with an older man, they were not holding hands, and he appeared to be more interested in her than she in him. I mean, by observing her mannerisms and behaviour and actions around the man, I would swear that she did not really love the man, and that she did not really want to be with him. I guess, somehow, she must have been coerced (however mildly, and subtly) to be with him. My guess, since I have observed the behaviour of so many upper class people before, is that she is engaged to be married to her.
Any way, the man was, I guess, in his late twenties, or early thirties. He reminds me of one of the heirs of a very wealthy estate, as well as a very prosperous business. One look at him, and I surmised that he belonged to one of the "captains of industry", one of the noveau bourgeoise who made his fortunes by building up America's industry in the late 19th century and in the early 20th century. He was a very tall man, and I was impressed by his tailored black clothes, they were very fine and aristocratic in nature. I noticed that there was not a button loose on his fine black jacket, and that his trousers were perfectly, neatly, and smartly ironed. Since I have the ability to transcend the centuries, and I have the ability to travel in time, because I am spiritual in nature, I have been to the 20th century, and I have seen the Giorgio Armani suits that sell in the fine department stores. When I saw this young man's clothes, I was, immediately, reminded of Giorgio Armani. This young man was quite confident in his demeanour, and quite arrogant as well, I mean, he literally, almost walked right over me, and he gave me a look that told me that, as far as he was concerned, I was quite insignificant and unimportant as a human being. I suppose that this is because I am a "lower class person who sweeps the ship.", and I suppose that this is partly because I am darker in skin colour. Well, I have always felt that you can't judge a book by his cover, and I know that you don't really know someone by the type of job that they perform, or the social class that they belong to. I mean, I have seen some very intelligent, refined, genteel, and aristocratic people come from the lower classes, and I have seen some people who were very spoiled, had no class or grace, and thought that their status and wealth made them "above the law", and gave them the license to flaunt the law egregariously, and to do whatever they pleased regardless of who got hurt, come from the upper social classes. But, since I do believe in treating everyone with decency and respect, and I do believe in acting with manners and grace, I smile at him, look at him with an amicable look in the eye, and say, "Sir, please, will you let me mop the floor." I had a hard time making out his garbled talk, but I think he was saying, "watch where you are going you clumsy wench!" Others might have gotten offended, but I know that, if I don't like how I'm being treated in a particular epoch of time, I can always escape to another epoch of time. Sometimes, I can even escape into other dimensions. This is the reason why I don't get irked by his comments.
His fiancé, however, was much more polite, and genteel in nature, she pulled on her fiancée's arm and said, "Cal, please, be polite, this girl was just trying to do her job." Then, she extended her arm to me, and said, "please forgive him, my name is Rose, I am sorry we bumped into you." I look at her and say, "Appology accepted." I notice that Cal is quite upset that Rose is conversing with the help. But for the time being, I am struck by her beauty. Her dress catches the glow and gleam from the Sun beams, and it brings out a very pretty pink hue in her dress that serves to enhance the natural pink hue in her cheeks. Some people may need blush, but she is not one of them. I also notice that her golden red hair shines in the Sun, and reminds me of golden honey. It is a sight I will never forget. I look at her face, and I notice that she had perfect complexion, I mean, her face reminds me of a doll's face, it is so beautiful and perfect. I note that her lips are a healthy shade of reddish peach, and they accentuate her face even more, and make her pretty features stand out. I notice that her free flying hair looks almost celestial in nature, and as she is standing behind the Sun, I note that her hair frames her face, and shines in such a way to make her look as though she were an angel. I don't get more than a few seconds glimpse at me, but that is enough to record the contours of her face and body, as well as her complexion and her looks in the register of my mind forever. Immediately, Cal gives Rose a look that says, "Let's go now, and then we NEED to talk." Then jerks on her arm and says, "LET'S GO." He, hurriedly, walks away from me, nearly ignoring me in the process. I sigh, because, for most of my multi-millenia long life, I have been ignored. I have to admit that I am looking to escape from my present lot, and I am wondering if the key to that lies in befriending Rose. I smile to myself, as I make a note that, for all of Cal's money, he doesn't have the spiritual grace, the confidence, or the physical, mental, and emotional beauty and balance that Rose has.
It was upon sweeping the deck that I saw the beautiful Rose walk by me, and let me tell you, she did make quite a picture. She was dressed up in a very fine, satin pink dress, with a red, satin sash around the waist. Sometimes, I wish I could wear such clothes and live a life of leisure. I noticed by looking at her hands, that she has never had to do any hard labour in her life. What a lucky lady! I am really happy that she is very fortunate! She was walking by with an older man, they were not holding hands, and he appeared to be more interested in her than she in him. I mean, by observing her mannerisms and behaviour and actions around the man, I would swear that she did not really love the man, and that she did not really want to be with him. I guess, somehow, she must have been coerced (however mildly, and subtly) to be with him. My guess, since I have observed the behaviour of so many upper class people before, is that she is engaged to be married to her.
Any way, the man was, I guess, in his late twenties, or early thirties. He reminds me of one of the heirs of a very wealthy estate, as well as a very prosperous business. One look at him, and I surmised that he belonged to one of the "captains of industry", one of the noveau bourgeoise who made his fortunes by building up America's industry in the late 19th century and in the early 20th century. He was a very tall man, and I was impressed by his tailored black clothes, they were very fine and aristocratic in nature. I noticed that there was not a button loose on his fine black jacket, and that his trousers were perfectly, neatly, and smartly ironed. Since I have the ability to transcend the centuries, and I have the ability to travel in time, because I am spiritual in nature, I have been to the 20th century, and I have seen the Giorgio Armani suits that sell in the fine department stores. When I saw this young man's clothes, I was, immediately, reminded of Giorgio Armani. This young man was quite confident in his demeanour, and quite arrogant as well, I mean, he literally, almost walked right over me, and he gave me a look that told me that, as far as he was concerned, I was quite insignificant and unimportant as a human being. I suppose that this is because I am a "lower class person who sweeps the ship.", and I suppose that this is partly because I am darker in skin colour. Well, I have always felt that you can't judge a book by his cover, and I know that you don't really know someone by the type of job that they perform, or the social class that they belong to. I mean, I have seen some very intelligent, refined, genteel, and aristocratic people come from the lower classes, and I have seen some people who were very spoiled, had no class or grace, and thought that their status and wealth made them "above the law", and gave them the license to flaunt the law egregariously, and to do whatever they pleased regardless of who got hurt, come from the upper social classes. But, since I do believe in treating everyone with decency and respect, and I do believe in acting with manners and grace, I smile at him, look at him with an amicable look in the eye, and say, "Sir, please, will you let me mop the floor." I had a hard time making out his garbled talk, but I think he was saying, "watch where you are going you clumsy wench!" Others might have gotten offended, but I know that, if I don't like how I'm being treated in a particular epoch of time, I can always escape to another epoch of time. Sometimes, I can even escape into other dimensions. This is the reason why I don't get irked by his comments.
His fiancé, however, was much more polite, and genteel in nature, she pulled on her fiancée's arm and said, "Cal, please, be polite, this girl was just trying to do her job." Then, she extended her arm to me, and said, "please forgive him, my name is Rose, I am sorry we bumped into you." I look at her and say, "Appology accepted." I notice that Cal is quite upset that Rose is conversing with the help. But for the time being, I am struck by her beauty. Her dress catches the glow and gleam from the Sun beams, and it brings out a very pretty pink hue in her dress that serves to enhance the natural pink hue in her cheeks. Some people may need blush, but she is not one of them. I also notice that her golden red hair shines in the Sun, and reminds me of golden honey. It is a sight I will never forget. I look at her face, and I notice that she had perfect complexion, I mean, her face reminds me of a doll's face, it is so beautiful and perfect. I note that her lips are a healthy shade of reddish peach, and they accentuate her face even more, and make her pretty features stand out. I notice that her free flying hair looks almost celestial in nature, and as she is standing behind the Sun, I note that her hair frames her face, and shines in such a way to make her look as though she were an angel. I don't get more than a few seconds glimpse at me, but that is enough to record the contours of her face and body, as well as her complexion and her looks in the register of my mind forever. Immediately, Cal gives Rose a look that says, "Let's go now, and then we NEED to talk." Then jerks on her arm and says, "LET'S GO." He, hurriedly, walks away from me, nearly ignoring me in the process. I sigh, because, for most of my multi-millenia long life, I have been ignored. I have to admit that I am looking to escape from my present lot, and I am wondering if the key to that lies in befriending Rose. I smile to myself, as I make a note that, for all of Cal's money, he doesn't have the spiritual grace, the confidence, or the physical, mental, and emotional beauty and balance that Rose has.