You know why Sydney Carton is perhaps the most admirable character in A Tale of Two Cities? In the beginning we are introduced to Sydney who is a lawyer, drunk with a bit of a dark spell and the tendency to be utterly blunt to a fault. He never marries, never has children and seems to be a failure. We find that the only admirable part of him in the beginning is his love for Lucie. His love for her is so strong that he steps back and allows her to be with the man she loves instead of thrusting himself into her life.
Sydney goes on to befriend her husband Charles, a man he previously made known that he did not like. In the end we saw that he gradually grew more and more sober and went as far as to trade his life for the husband of the women he is in love with. He gave up his life because he wanted her and her family to be happy and this possibly comes from his love for Lucie and the fact that his parents both died when he was a child.
Sydney Carton willing gives up his life for a man he previously hated in the end saying, “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” Sydney redeemed himself in the end by setting himself up for execution at his own free will; through his sacrifice he was redeemed for his sins and fulfilled his past promise where he said he would sacrifice his life for her or any person near to her.
Sydney is not fearful or upset to pass, he dies knowing he accomplished something in his life that was worthwhile and that he actually did an act of true bravery and selflessness. In the end, Sydney Carton emerges as the most admirable character in A Tale of Two Cities whose love was so strong from another that he was willing to risk his entire being for her happiness and the future child which would bare his name.
Can we talk about Sydney Carton for a second? Like this guy is a severely depressed drunkard who does all the fucking work and gets none of the credit. He works so hard to save Charles Darnay despite being in love with Lucie and when Lucie is about to lose Charles, does he try to use her grief to slide his way in? No, he sacrifices his life so that Lucie can be happy with Charles. And he does it without expecting anything. He does it because he loves her, and he knows she’ll be happier with Charles. I wish he could’ve had a happy ending too.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
Date a boy who’s clever and noble. Date a boy with potential. Date a boy with a taste for wine. Date a boy who is cynical and sarcastic. Date a boy who is self-pitying. Date a boy who will love and respect you even when he acknowledges that you will never be his. Date a boy who speaks of you as being the last dream of his soul. Date a boy who would face the guillotine for your happiness. Date Sydney Carton.
Should you fight them? A Tale of Two Cities Edition
Sydney Carton: Would be really easy to fight, because he would never fight back. If you broke his ribs he’d only sigh and say “well I suppose it’s just my luck to have my ribs broken.”
He would convince himself that he deserved whatever abuse he received.
He would let you beat him to death without raising a finger to defend himself….because he wouldn’t believe anything about him was worth hurting another person to defend. Fighting Sydney Carton would be really sad.Why would you even do that. really just…don’t. the smol bean is hurting enough. give him a hug
Lucie Manette: A fragile little twig who faints at the drop of a hat. You could crush her with your pinky, but then you’d have to face Miss Pross and SHE WOULD KILL YOU AND YOU WOULD DIE. Don’t fight Lucie
Alexandre Manette: If you ever have to fight Dr. Manette, all you have to do is mention “105, North Tower”/“the Evremonde family” and he will forget where he is, fall into a trance, and start making shoes. fight over. you win.
Charles Darnay: honestly he’d be easy to beat because he never knows what’s going on. This is the ARISTOCRAT who travelled back to France during THE REIGN OF TERROR and honestly thought nothing would happen to him. He wouldn’t realize you were fighting him until after you’d already kicked him to the floor twice and broke his nose.
Jerry Cruncher: He’s described as strong “like an English bulldog” so he might be harder to fight than most people on this list. But he’s also very superstitious. If you threaten to “pray against him”, he’ll become terrified of you and run away
Stryver: FIGHT HIM FIGHT HIM. He is the selfish stupid embodiment of Toxic Masculinity and Bullying Alpha Male Jock-ness. Unfortunately this means he’s broad-shouldered and strong. He’s not the brightest bulb in the drawer, though, so if you use any amount of cunning you can probably defeat him.
The Marquis de St Evremonde: This evil kid-murderer has it coming. We know he’s good at sword-fighting and shooting, and he’s always heavily guarded. Your best bet is NOT to engage in direct combat, but to kill him while he’s asleep
Madame Defarge: May god have mercy on your soul if you have to fight her, because she will not stop until you and everyone you have ever met is dead. She’s described as an unstoppable natural force: like an earthquake or lightning or the wind and fire, and as the vicious living embodiment of Rebellion and Revenge. BUT…she’s also short enough for Miss Pross to easily lift her in the air.so she is powerful but smol.Her tininess is her only weakness. be like Miss Pross and use it to your advantage
They said of him, about the city that night, that it was the peacefullest man’s face ever beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic. One of the most remarkable sufferers by the same axe - a woman - had asked at the foot of the same scaffold, not long before, to be allowed to write down the thoughts that were inspiring her. If he had given any utterance to his, and they were prophetic, they would have been these:
“I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Vengeance, the Jurymen, the Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the destruction of the old, perishing by this retributive instrument, before it shall cease out of its present use. I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long, long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out.
"I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy, in that England which I shall see no more. I see Her with a child upon her bosom, who bears my name. I see her father, aged and bent, but otherwise restored, and faithful to all men in his healing office, and at peace; I see the good old man, so long their friend, in ten years’ time enriching them with all he has, and passing tranquilly to his reward.
"I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. I see her, an old woman, weeping for me on the anniversary of this day. I see her and her husband, their course done, lying side by side in their last earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other’s soul, than I was in the souls of both.
"I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see him winning it so well, that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his. I see the blots I threw upon it, faded away. I see him, foremost of just judges and honoured men, bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place - then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this day’s disfigurement - and I hear him tell the child my story, with a tender and a faltering voice.
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.”
A Tale of Two Cities
I honestly think this is the most beautiful passage in all of English fiction.