After reading an Inspector calls, I am sure it is obvious to any one whom reading it that the inspector is not what he seems at all.

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After reading an Inspector calls, I am sure it is obvious to any one whom reading it that the inspector is not what he seems at all. At first you have no suspicions of the Inspector, but as the play gradually moves on it slowly dawns on you that the Inspector might be an impostor. In this essay I am going to write about a few different points, and who the Inspector might be. All of my theories may be correct but we will never know which theory is actually right. The Inspector is obviously as real as all the other characters in body and can eat and drink and is solid.

I know that J.B.Priestley became very interested in the fourth dimension and time. That is why I think that the inspector may have gone back in time or there might have been a time slip of some sort to make sure that these people knew what they had done.

Another theory might be that the Inspector represents truth and is not a real person at all but just a representative of justice. I think that this is a very plausible idea and probably Priestley's own thought. I think that the Inspector gives it away when he gets far too emotional and worked up about things:

Inspector: "(Very sternly) her position now is that she lies with a burnt-out inside on a slab. (As Birling tries to protest, turns on him.)”

“Don't stammer and yammer at me again, man. I'm losing all patience with you people.”

What did he Say? Here the Inspector gets to emotional about such a small thing. I also think that a real police inspector would treat Birling with more respect. It is true what Birling says about him being a public man and telling the chief of police because he is a friend.

Sheila: (urgently, cutting in) you mustn't try to build up a kind of wall between us and that girl. If you do then the Inspector will just break it down. And it'll be worse when he does.

Mrs B: I don't understand you. (To Inspector.) Do you?”

Inspector: Yes. And she's right”

Mrs B: (haughtily) I beg your pardon!”

Inspector: (very plainly) I said yes-I do understand her. And she's right.”

Mrs B: That, I consider to be a trifle impertinent, Inspector.”

Here the Inspector does not treat Mrs B. with the respect a police inspector would.

Birlings, he controls the development of events: who will speak and when; who may or may not leave; who will or will not see the photograph. And what do you do? – You just need to realise that capitalism in 1912 is not right. If you do not, you will experience the perils of “fire, blood and anguish “. Mr. Birling your knighthood is slipping away because you did not see that there is nothing memorable of sacking a troublemaker. Sheila, your spiteful jealousy of a pretty shop assistant and thought that it was not “Anything very terrible at the time”. Gerald you needed to conceal your involvement with the girl from a jealous fiancée. Mrs. Birling, you are too cold to “have known what (the girl) was feeling” and not accepting the child. The child that is yours. And Eric, you resorted to theft, which you too needed to conceal.

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John Boynton Priestley’s ‘An Inspector Calls’ is a magnificent play with lots if twists throughout the play. Most of this, I think, happening because of the inspector. The inspector is the catalyst of events. Throughout the play, he has created an impression of ‘massiveness, solidity and purposefulness and has a disconcerting habit of looking hard at the person he addresses before actually speaking’. He knows when and what to speak. And one of the most important strengths of the inspector is that he knows how to deal with situations such as Sheila upsetting herself saying:

“(eagerly) Yes, and it’s my ...

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