An Inspector Calls Essay

An Inspector Calls explores the concerns of wider society contrasted with selfish individuality. The playwright J.B. Priestley hated the attitude of viewing the lower class as different people, and Mrs. Birling is a woman who has this attitude. She is a cold and selfish woman who is out of touch with the reality of life. Throughout the play she remains the most self-centered as she demonstrates no responsibility and no remorse. In act one there is a stage directions describing the setting of…

immediately shut my door. I dropped my bag and leaned against the wood, lowering myself to the ground. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Two missed calls, three texts, one voicemail. Mom. "Hey." Said one. "How did it go?" Asked another. "Call me when you can." Read the last. "Jason, its Mom. I was wondering about your visit with Dr. Samwell today. Call me later okay? Love you." Click, I tossed my phone onto the bed a few feet away from me, sunk my head into my hands and ran my fingers…

The book begins describing Torey, the teacher, reading a newspaper article about a girl burning a young boy. Torey was a resource person for special needs children until asked by Ed Somers, the Director of Special Education, to teach the “garbage class”, which contained kids that couldn’t be placed anywhere else. She began with two helpers and eight children until Somers requested her to remove one child in order to take another. Feeling none were ready to leave, she took nine. Her new…

Times are getting colder and the leaves getting browner. Its time to cuddle up in your fuzzy blanket and call all of your friends. These calls are fun, but not everyone receives those kinds of calls. Police stations and the 911 emergency hotline receives calls that will tickle a chill up your spine. In 2002, a man dials 911 to complain about someone being violently hit with an axe. The receptionist asked if the victim died or just injured. There was a moment of silence, footsteps, a thud, the…

groaned too loud, or this ugly sweater mom made me wear. I thought to myself. " Reminder students' test calls tonight of the emergency contact phone number you provided. " Plays over the intercom outside as I wait for my mom. A girl approaches me. "You know you still owe me." "Huh?" "Don't play dumb!" "Owe you what?" Before she could utter another word, I hear "Geminy " as my mom calls and blows the horn. As I got in the car a lady passing by yelling in the car "nice to see you again…

Born with a heart problem, Luke almost got a heart attack when he was told that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were killed in an accident. It was Williams Hospital that told him with a call at 6 o'clock. Luke had went several times to this hospital; however, the hospital was not too trustworthy. Williams Hospital is where Luke was born. He was taken by wrong parents, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson when he was a baby. Original parents and new parents did not find out almost an year until the hospital reported its…

Eric Birling is a seemingly less important character in J.B. Priestley’s thriller, An Inspector Calls, but upon deep analysis, we can see that Eric is a character of great significance and has a huge impact on the play. This can be seen through the structure and shape of this whodunit and some of the language and stage directions. Eric is a very effective tool that Priestley uses to keep the tension going; be it the difference of opinion he has with his father or the suspicious behaviour, or…

“Mia, you aren’t going to get better if you don’t talk to me, please just open up” The lady pleads with me. I stare down at her squeaky clean badge. ‘Nicole Williams, Grief Counsellor’ I’ve sat in the same chair, having the same conversation with this lady for the past 3 months. No one understands that I don’t need them, I don’t need their sympathetic looks, or their motivation speeches, I just need them to all go away. My thoughts are interrupted by the timer beside us beeping.…

we only had not gotten our best players fouled out because the refs made stupid calls, we would have won.” I gazed out the window bitterly and angrily. _____________________ After a restless night, I dragged my feet to my first class. My friends were already there waiting for me. I reached up…

Crawling, the stream of blood running into my mouth distracting me from getting to the phone. Slowly I feel my mind slipping, and the only thing I can think of is reaching the phone before I go unconscious. The pounding of my heart beat is exhausting, but I am in reach of the phone. With everything left in me, I dial the only number I can remember anymore. Each ring seems to take longer and longer, but over my heartbeat I heard a faint “Hey Nanny”. My words came out shattered, incoherent, and…