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She stayed away for as long as she could. Fighting towards the light, screaming and clawing in an attempt to get away from the body that was sucking her back in. The body that was supposed to be hers, but had ceased to be a sanctuary was calling her. It had become a joke, a cruel punch line, dangling release before her then snatching it away the moment before she reached it. She was desperate to escape the life that she had been imprisoned in and she fought every time even though she knew it was useless. She fell, like always, back into her herself and awoke suddenly, gasping for air. She was overwhlemed with sensation, blinded by the light in the room. When she was climbing towards oblivion she was formless, free from definition and hard surfaces. But coming back was like an attack on her senses. The memories that she tried to escape hit her with full force, holding her paralyzed and frozen in pain on the bed. She was alive, again, fully healed, yet she felt completely empty. Alone in a world that threatened to destroy her and never followed through. Forced against her will to continue living a life that she gave up on long ago. She came to herself lying naked in bed. On all sides she was surrounded by white curtains and blankets. They were like a mockery of the purity she no longer believed in. What little there was left of her ruined, diseased heart had shattered into fragments too small to truly exist anymore. She used to think that emptiness would bring her peace, but she found herself frozen in agony. Weighed down by the numbness, cold and stagnant, that permeated every cell until she felt like she would shatter into millions of ice shards if anyone dared to touch her. Sounds of footsteps tromping past ... ... middle of paper ... ...pity or remorse he felt. He leaned back in his chair, smirking, and beckoned her to him. He expected her to come, she had come every time before. But she knew that if she did, it would be over. She would be his toy for the rest of eternity, and she would watch their army fighting over the bones of men, women, and children in the villages they destroyed until her sou l finally ceased to exist. She stood looking at him as his condescending request to come to him became a demand, and through narrowed eyes he saw what she was thinking. He saw that something had changed, and before he had the chance to react she bolted from the doorway and back down the hall towards her room. The image of his arrogant eyes becoming sinister spurred her to move faster as she realized what her body had decided to do before her mind had even agreed to it. She had to get out of there.
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
No matter how much he put her through, she kept fighting for her life. I was confused by this because, in my eyes her life was completely over. I did not see how she could ever live a functioning life after all of the things that she went through. I would have thought that this reality would have been a reason for her to give up and choose fiction. Fiction would have been the easy way out of the pain, loses, and suffering that she faces and would continue to face. Then I thought to myself that is what makes humans amazing. Being able to endure the challenges of life and keep going. Originally, I thought she was a fool to keep going then I realized that she was strong. If I was her I would have chosen my reality
“Laila had watched Mammy come undone that day and it had scared her, but she hadn't felt any true sorrow,”(210). He uses a hyperbole to describe
...her to feel despair. Her misery resulted in her doing unthinkable things such us the unexplainable bond with the woman in the wallpaper.
The story begins when she and her husband have just moved into a colonial mansion to relieve her chronic nervousness. An ailment her husband has conveniently diagnosed. The husband is a physician and in the beginning of her writing she has nothing but good things to say about him, which is very obedient of her. She speaks of her husband as if he is a father figure and nothing like an equal, which is so important in a relationship. She writes, "He is very careful and loving, and hardly lets me stir without special direction." It is in this manner that she first delicately speaks of his total control over her without meaning to and how she has no choices whatsoever. This control is perhaps so imbedded in our main character that it is even seen in her secret writing; "John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition...so I will let it alone and talk about the house." Her husband suggests enormous amounts of bed rest and no human interaction at all. He chooses a "prison-like" room for them to reside in that he anticipates will calm our main character even more into a comma like life but instead awakens her and slowly but surely opens her eyes to a woman tearing the walls down to freedom.
...ing her life, he is able to control something and finally rid himself of some of his torments.
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
...f the bad that is going on in her real life, so she would have a happy place to live. With the collapse of her happy place her defense was gone and she had no protection from her insanity anymore. This caused all of her blocked out thoughts to swarm her mind and turn her completely insane. When the doctor found her, he tried to go in and help her. When the doctor finally got in he fainted because he had made so many positive changes with her and was utterly distressed when he found out that it was all for naught. This woman had made a safety net within her mind so that she would not have to deal with the reality of being in an insane asylum, but in the end everything failed and it seems that what she had been protecting herself from finally conquered her. She was then forced to succumb to her breakdown and realize that she was in the insane asylum for the long run.
Under the orders of her husband, the narrator is moved to a house far from society in the country, where she is locked into an upstairs room. This environment serves not as an inspiration for mental health, but as an element of repression. The locked door and barred windows serve to physically restrain her: “the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.” The narrator is affected not only by the physical restraints but also by being exposed to the room’s yellow wallpaper which is dreadful and fosters only negative creativity. “It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide – plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.”
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She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over...
The film, Apocalypse Now, directed by Francis Ford Coppola is about not only the Vietnam War but also human nature in the war. In other words, it focuses on portraying the dark side of human nature in the Vietnam War rather than the reality of the War. The protagonist, U.S. Army Captain Willard, takes a secret mission from military superiors. The mission is to search for and terminate Colonel Walter E. Kurtz who was one of the most outstanding officers in the past but is about to be arrested for murder due to reneging his duty as a U.S. army soldier. Currently, Colonel Kurtz has crossed into Cambodia with the Montagnard army
As I walked down the corridor I noticed a man lying in a hospital bed with only a television, two dressers, and a single window looking out at nothing cluttering his room. Depression overwhelmed me as I stared at the man laying on his bed, wearing a hospital gown stained by failed attempts to feed himself and watching a television that was not on. The fragments of an existence of a life once active and full of conviction and youth, now laid immovable in a state of unconsciousness. He was unaffected by my presence and remained in his stupor, despondently watching the blank screen. The solitude I felt by merely observing the occupants of the home forced me to recognize the mentality of our culture, out with the old and in with the new.
After he faints she creeps over him, which is symbolic of woman's slow but gradual rise to the top. Eerily enough pieces of wallpaper still cling to the wall behind her. Though it was a long hard process to overcome the hardships and the weight that her husband inflicted on her, she has more still to conquer. Progress is still requisite in order to fully succeed in true human
"She put out her arms as if after a retreating figure, stretching them back and with clasped pale hands across the fading and narrow sheen of the window. Never see him! I saw him clearly enough then. I shall see this eloquent phantom as long as I live, and I shall see her too, a tragic and familiar shade, resembling in this gesture another one, tragic also, and bedecked with powerless charms, stretching bare brown arms over the glitter of the infernal stream, the stream of darkness".