Macbeth Diary Analysis
Dear Diary,
Like Macbeth, I was a general in King Duncan’s army. People admired my bravery, they feared my wisdom. The facade that hid my emotions intimidated people; I wasn’t to be messed with.
Macbeth and I were walking back from our victory in the battle when we crossed a heath which seemed unusually misty and foggy. It was as if I could feel the eerie presence of evil, and that’s when we saw them; three old looking ladies. We had crept cautiously to investigate the matter; the witches had been muttering unfathomable words. They were so withered-looking and crazily dressed. They didn’t look like they belonged to this planet, and I didn’t know anything of their intelligence. To me, they looked like women, but their beards kept me from believing
Like Macbeth, I was a general in King Duncan’s army. People admired my bravery, they feared my wisdom. The facade that hid my emotions intimidated people; I wasn’t to be messed with.
Macbeth and I were walking back from our victory in the battle when we crossed a heath which seemed unusually misty and foggy. It was as if I could feel the eerie presence of evil, and that’s when we saw them; three old looking ladies. We had crept cautiously to investigate the matter; the witches had been muttering unfathomable words. They were so withered-looking and crazily dressed. They didn’t look like they belonged to this planet, and I didn’t know anything of their intelligence. To me, they looked like women, but their beards kept me from believing