Sunday, April 18, 2010
Lady Chatterley's Lover
Lady Chatterley's lover discusses the concept of different human relationships. First there is the relationship between Connie and Clifford. Connie not only seems distant from her husband but she seems to detest him, as she views him as selfish and pathetic. Connie describes his behavior and their relationship as she ponders, "his declaration of private worship put her into a panic. There was nothing between them. She never touched him nowadays, and he never touched her... he tortured her with his declaration of idolatry." Connie realizes that Clifford needs her for his own empowerment and without her, or without a Lady Chatterly, he cannot function. The fact that they are unable to have sex adds to their distance, but I do not believe that is the main factor for why she has an affair with men such as Michaelis and Mellors. I believe she realizes there is nothing holding the two of them together except for his pathetic attachment to her, for he needs someone to hold the name of Lady Chatterley or else he will feel useless. The next important relationship is between Clifford and Mrs. Bolton. Mrs. Bolton is the opposite of Lady Chatterley as she feeds off of the attention she receives from serving an upper-class renown writer. The relationship between Clifford and Mrs. Bolton is somewhat intimate as they both rely on each other, and they both seem to empower each other. Unlike Conni, who does not enjoy Wragby or being called "ladyship" Mrs. Bolton seems to be fascinated with all things upper-class. The final relationship is that between Connie and Mellors. This relationship sparks from built of tension the two feel toward each other till they finally have their first sexual encounter. Of course it is interesting that they belong to the cliche "two different worlds," yet neither of them seems to be happy where they fit into society. In my paper I will examine all three of these relationships and the way each of these characters feed off of one another.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Gertude's Guilt-Question 2
Gertrude is guilty of being impassive and ultimately clueless. Her stupidity is her biggest flaw and it allows her to overlook her husband's murder. I do not believe she is guilty of taking part in the murder and I do not believe she had any clue of its happening. She is however guilty of being ignorant and not properly mourning for her husband. Her lack of compassion for her husband's death is what irritates Hamlet and the readers the most. Hamlet shows her frustration with his mother as he emotionally interrogates her by saying, " Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? ...Ha, Have you eyes?" (III, IV, 64-69) It is hard to understand how a woman can be so blind and unfeeling to the death of her own husband. Hamlet goes on to accuse her of being a sinner and extremely promiscuous. She has a hard time comprehending what she is being accused of. As the play continues Gertrude is still not able to comprehend what has happened to her husband and she never acquires a voice or a strong backbone in the play. She shows love for Hamlet yet that is her only positive quality. We therefore stay irritated with Gertrude throughout the play as she acts as a weak and submissive woman.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Oedipus the Sad King
Oedipus the King represents the permanence of the past, and the haunting shadow it can hold over its victims till it finally catches up with them. Though Oedipus the King is a bizarre story, it raises an issue that is extremely relevant to human life: the past holds the ability to catch up with each of us and has the power to bring our downfall. Oedipus is extremely unaware of his past as he even has to ask Teiresias, "Wait: who were my parents?" Therefore what Oedipus does not understand is that his ambiguous past consists of the murder of his father and of incest, and these acts are far too impacting and horrendous to fade away.
When Oedipus learns of his past he realizes his doom, just as was prophesied. It is ironic that he is set up to face horrors when he is born, but does not learn of them till after they have occurred. Therefore there was nothing he could do to avoid his disgraceful actions and there is nothing he can do to justify them. After learning what has happened to him, Oedipus cries out:
"Apollo. Apollo. Dear
Children, the god was Apollo.
He brought this sick, sick fate upon me.
But the blinding hand was my own!
How could I bear to see
When all my sight was horror everywhere?"
Oedipus's reaction represents human nature as he is not only disgusted at himself, but he punishes himself by mutilating his eyes. His blindness now shields him from the horrors he created, as he now views himself as a monster. Though Oedipus is a good man, he can no longer tolerate himself. He represents the past's ability to prevail in the future, and the fact that there are situations that human's cannot prepare for or avoid.
When Oedipus learns of his past he realizes his doom, just as was prophesied. It is ironic that he is set up to face horrors when he is born, but does not learn of them till after they have occurred. Therefore there was nothing he could do to avoid his disgraceful actions and there is nothing he can do to justify them. After learning what has happened to him, Oedipus cries out:
"Apollo. Apollo. Dear
Children, the god was Apollo.
He brought this sick, sick fate upon me.
But the blinding hand was my own!
How could I bear to see
When all my sight was horror everywhere?"
Oedipus's reaction represents human nature as he is not only disgusted at himself, but he punishes himself by mutilating his eyes. His blindness now shields him from the horrors he created, as he now views himself as a monster. Though Oedipus is a good man, he can no longer tolerate himself. He represents the past's ability to prevail in the future, and the fact that there are situations that human's cannot prepare for or avoid.
Monday, January 18, 2010
A Letter of Remorse
Father,
When we are young we have yet to be exposed to how cold the world can truly be. Though this ignorance is a protective gift, it also makes us blind and seemingly uncaring. The pain you once felt has transferred to me, as I now understand how heavy and broken your heart and spirit felt many years ago. I now understand that even when both emotional and physical pain sat on your back and slowly crushed you, you still woke up everyday and did anything to make your indifferent and often angry family feel comfortable. You did not require a thank you or any loving gesture, and you never received one. In fact, you received the opposite and I am forever sorry.
Each day you worked and proceeded to return home with cracked hands that ached accompanied by a dejected look on your face. Your eyes were always cast downward. It has been said that the heart can heal physical pains, but I know this would have been hard for you. Your heart never received love from your family and therefore was damaged. What you received was silence, not only from me but also from your wife who never spoke to you but screamed. This is probably why you never looked up; there was nothing to look up to. Your life was devoid.
You worked everyday except for Sunday. Sunday was the only day you did not have to force your fatigued body to go through the motions, but you did not rest. Your heart was too big to rest. You are the only member of our family who ever truly felt the cruel cold. You would rise before the sun, and when the night was still black and unforgiving you forced your tired hands to create a fire to warm your hateful home. I would then rise, accustomed to the warmth, and I would greet you with silence. I would wake up and dress, I would grab my clothes and my shoes that you polished every Sunday morning without complaint, and I would proceed to focus my attention on people and things that I felt were meaningful. Sadly this did not include the only person that took care of me, the only person that would fight off the cold, and the only person that would sacrifice himself for my goodwill. Instead all I wanted to do was to escape that angry house, and your forlorn face that I never once appreciated. For I was young and naïve, and I could not understand your sacrifices and the pain you felt.
Mother would complain that you did not do everything you could for our family. She said you did not express love for our family. Apparently giving everything you had was not enough, but I now realize that she was both deaf and blind and so was I. Your saddened eyes, the bruises on your hands, and every action you took spoke the works, “I love you.” You were ok with being abused and miserable as long as you could care for your family that you loved beyond all else. I therefore thank you for every single day that you woke up and went through agony so your family could continue to live a comfortable life and proceed to take you for granted. We depended on you and to survive, and you never once let us down. For that I owe you all the love in my heart.
Sincerely,
Your son
When we are young we have yet to be exposed to how cold the world can truly be. Though this ignorance is a protective gift, it also makes us blind and seemingly uncaring. The pain you once felt has transferred to me, as I now understand how heavy and broken your heart and spirit felt many years ago. I now understand that even when both emotional and physical pain sat on your back and slowly crushed you, you still woke up everyday and did anything to make your indifferent and often angry family feel comfortable. You did not require a thank you or any loving gesture, and you never received one. In fact, you received the opposite and I am forever sorry.
Each day you worked and proceeded to return home with cracked hands that ached accompanied by a dejected look on your face. Your eyes were always cast downward. It has been said that the heart can heal physical pains, but I know this would have been hard for you. Your heart never received love from your family and therefore was damaged. What you received was silence, not only from me but also from your wife who never spoke to you but screamed. This is probably why you never looked up; there was nothing to look up to. Your life was devoid.
You worked everyday except for Sunday. Sunday was the only day you did not have to force your fatigued body to go through the motions, but you did not rest. Your heart was too big to rest. You are the only member of our family who ever truly felt the cruel cold. You would rise before the sun, and when the night was still black and unforgiving you forced your tired hands to create a fire to warm your hateful home. I would then rise, accustomed to the warmth, and I would greet you with silence. I would wake up and dress, I would grab my clothes and my shoes that you polished every Sunday morning without complaint, and I would proceed to focus my attention on people and things that I felt were meaningful. Sadly this did not include the only person that took care of me, the only person that would fight off the cold, and the only person that would sacrifice himself for my goodwill. Instead all I wanted to do was to escape that angry house, and your forlorn face that I never once appreciated. For I was young and naïve, and I could not understand your sacrifices and the pain you felt.
Mother would complain that you did not do everything you could for our family. She said you did not express love for our family. Apparently giving everything you had was not enough, but I now realize that she was both deaf and blind and so was I. Your saddened eyes, the bruises on your hands, and every action you took spoke the works, “I love you.” You were ok with being abused and miserable as long as you could care for your family that you loved beyond all else. I therefore thank you for every single day that you woke up and went through agony so your family could continue to live a comfortable life and proceed to take you for granted. We depended on you and to survive, and you never once let us down. For that I owe you all the love in my heart.
Sincerely,
Your son
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