The Interlopers Irony

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Both The Interlopers and The Story of an Hour are good short stories full of multiple literary techniques, but execute different forms of the devices. Both exercise situational irony, but The Story of an Hour demonstrates a slight amount of dramatic irony as well. Also, both utilize foreshadowing heavily, but in The Interlopers it is slightly more subtle. Both of the stories rely quite a bit on irony, but The Story of an Hour’s use of irony is a bit more diverse. In the end of The Interlopers, they believe that after ending the old quarrel Ulrich and Georg will live in peace together, but soon before being rescued a pack of ravenous wolves locate them, and they both die to the wolves. “They are making all the speed they can, brave lads,” said …show more content…

Mallard started to enjoy her newfound freedom. However, at the end it was torn from her, along with her life, when Brently walked through the front door. Unlike The Interlopers however, some dramatic irony is shown because some of the foreshadowing leads to confirming the fact that Brently hadn’t died. Also, both short stories use suspense slightly, but it is slightly more prevalent in The Interlopers. In The Interlopers, when they become trapped under the fallen tree they start disputing whose men will get there first, and the other one shall be murdered. On the contrary, in The Story of an Hour the suspense is very brief, as it says that Brently is still alive mere moments before it states Mrs. Mallard’s reaction, which is her untimely death. Some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had ben far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine’s piercing cry; at Richards’ quick motion to screen him from the view of his …show more content…

No one living can remember seeing a Znaeym and a von Gradwitz talking to one another in friendship. And what peace there would be among the forester folk if we ended our feud tonight. And if we choose to make peace among our people, there is none other to interfere, no interlopers from outside. . . . You would come and keep the Sylvester night8 beneath my roof, and I would come and feast on some high day at your castle. . . . I would never fire a shot on your land, save when you invited me as a guest; and you should come and shoot with me down in the marshes where the wildfowl are. In all the countryside there are none that could hinder if we willed to make peace. I never thought to have wanted to do other than hate you all my life, but I think I have changed my mind about things too, this last half-hour. And you offered me your wine flask. . . . Ulrich von Gradwitz, I will be your

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