Windows

I find it so funny that Kinbote thinks that he is using windows in the same way as other literature does. He says "windows, as well known, have been the solace of first-person literature throughout the ages..." saying that windows are a vastly used literary tool to help understand and show what a character is thinking and believing (pg 87). After he says this, the reader is led to believe that he will be using windows in the same way, but he doesn't! He goes on to greatly detail his 'peeping tomness'. From his hedge, he watches John and Sybil and tells the readers exactly what they do, from playing cards, to weeping over their child's death. He is a creeper, in every sense that that word can be used and is applied to men like Kinbote. My favorite line(although I'm really sure why...) is "it was a hot, black, blustery night. I stole through the shrubbery to the rear of their house. At first I thought that this fourth side was also dark, thus clinching the matter, and had time to experience a queer sense of relief before noticing a faint square of light under the window of a little back parlor where I had never been" (90). Of course, you go on to read that John had just completed and read the saddest part of the poem to Sybil, the part where Hazel dies, but I think it hilarious (hilarious in the sense that Death At A Funeral is hilarious, when something is both tragic and funny) that while the two distraught, grieving parents are mourning their child's death, Kinbote is sneaking through their lawn to spy on them! All I have to say is: Well done Kinbote, you have both entertained and freaked me out.