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Is invigilating the same as proctoring? It sounds like it involves something much more "invigorating" - much more than proctoring, which sounds coldly practical, and rather Puritan (reminds me of the names in The Crucible).
Proctor: Be you foolish, Mary Warren? Be you deaf? I forbid you to leave the house, did I not? Why shall I pay you? I am looking for you more often than my cows!
Mary Warren: I only come to see the great doings in the world!
Proctor: I’ll show you a great doin’ on your arse one of these days. Now get you home; my wife is waitin’ with your work!
Mary Warren exits. Since Proctor’s entrance, Abigail has stood as though on tiptoe, absorbing his presence, wide-eyed. He glances at her, then goes to Betty on the bed.
Abigail: Gah! I’d almost forgot how strong you are, John Proctor!
Proctor, looking at Abigail now, the faintest suggestion of a knowing smile on his face: What’s this mischief here?
Abigail, with a nervous laugh: Oh, she’s only gone silly somehow.
Proctor: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning. The town’s mumbling witchcraft.
Is invigilating the same as proctoring? It sounds like it involves something much more "invigorating" - much more than proctoring, which sounds coldly practical, and rather Puritan (reminds me of the names in The Crucible).
ReplyDeleteInvigilating is indeed the same as proctoring. Sadly nothing invigorating about it.
ReplyDeleteFrom Arthur Miller's The Crucible:
ReplyDeleteProctor: Be you foolish, Mary Warren? Be you deaf? I forbid you to leave the house, did
I not? Why shall I pay you? I am looking for you more often than my cows!
Mary Warren: I only come to see the great doings in the world!
Proctor: I’ll show you a great doin’ on your arse one of these days. Now get you home;
my wife is waitin’ with your work!
Mary Warren exits. Since Proctor’s entrance, Abigail has stood as though on tiptoe, absorbing his presence, wide-eyed. He glances at her, then goes to Betty on the bed.
Abigail: Gah! I’d almost forgot how strong you are, John Proctor!
Proctor, looking at Abigail now, the faintest suggestion of a knowing smile on his face: What’s this mischief here?
Abigail, with a nervous laugh: Oh, she’s only gone silly somehow.
Proctor: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning. The town’s mumbling witchcraft.
Abigail: Oh, posh!