I'm the seagull. No, that's not it.

Since Mr. J.J. Gittes post on literary heroes on Fire Walk With, inspired as I am I shall write a few heroes which may not be so well received or acknowledged.

Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov (Crime and Punishment). Narcissism at its best. I see myself and others in this one, which given the protognist actions does not sound sound. However, I'm sure everyone with a brain cell or two will emphasise with nietzsche's ubermensch at some point and the thoughts of Rodion will flash repeteadly in ones mind until forgotten about for the simpletons conventionality.

"Why am I to be pitied, you say? Yes! There's nothing to pity me for! I ought to be crucified, crucified on a cross, not pitied! Crucify me, oh judge, crucify me but pity me?"

Lord Henry Wotton (A Picture of Dorian Gray). Cyncalism is realism you say? Every word from this man's lips I have noded in total agreeance with as if I were the one to be seduced by the charming sophist. Contrived indeed. Utterly sure, why of course. Prior to reading this master...I had concieved such realism and devouring the word of Lord Wotton I began to not only conjecture but epiphanise.

"My dear boy, no woman is a genius. Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly. Women represent the triumph of matter over mind, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals."

Leopold Bloom (Ulysses), oh you shall know.

"He…saw the dark tangled curls of his bus floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower."

Konstantin Gavrilovich Treplyov (The Seagull), his actions are my thoughts.

"I'm the seagull. No, that's not it. I'm an actress. That's it."