“I found myself accepting whatever was told to me with equanimity and a detachment I would have never believed possible…I felt lonely, but it was an animal loneliness. I became part of the darkness of the night…,” quoted Hiroshima bomb survivor, Dr. Hachiya (Steele). Burns, fires, and radiation-related diseases hovered over the survivors. Compared to the mental and emotional ailments, the physical damages were nothing. Images of death combines with nightmares disturbed the citizens relentlessly (Chaitin-1).
Susan Hill creates mystery by referring to her as “the woman in black”. This gives us a desire to find out more because her name doesn't give anything away. However, at the same time we feel fearful because we are given no other details by this about her character and how she may appear. “Black” gives a chilling feel because the colour black has connotations of death. The description of her appearance in the chapter “The Funeral of Mrs Drablow” creates an enigmatic tension.
It was one of the most heart breaking decisions I ever had to make but I could see the pain that old dog was going through and I couldn’t stand to see him hurting anymore. Carlson promised me he would try his best not make it painful for Scruffy but I was too upset to say anything. He led him out of the bunkhouse and I just had to lie down. It tore me apart having to see him leave and know that was the last time I would ever see him. The guys tried to distract me from the situation but it was all I could think about.
Dear Diary, This has probably been the worst time in my existence. I have done things I am not proud of and I’ve hurt people very close to my heart, my family. The gruesome battle between Union and Confederate will forever be imprinted in my brain and I wont be able to get the images out of my mind. I shudder just by the mention of the word “war”. I remember going into it when I was only 21, “fit as a fiddle” they called me.
No one understood, they must have thought I was strange but I didn’t care...and now, now he is gone, just a memory now. No one knows how much he meant to me and now what? Slim offered me one of his new pups, but it will never be the same... never. I stared at the black and dusty, rotting ceiling blankly. I was so upset, I didn’t know what to do with myself.
this very discontent feeling would further add to the very isolation the Glaspell is trying to portray. How is anyone to feel connected when they much live with a foul personality? “He was a hard man” (Glaspell 181); “Like a raw wind that gets to the bone” (Glaspell 181). He gave his wife a dispirited sense of being. She probably felt smothered by his bleak nature and with the fact that the farmhouse was too isolated for anyone to want to visit, Mrs. Wright was left alone.
Well anyway, I walked away from all those yellow pieces of crap, I was beginning to feel like a loner. But I didn’t give a damn about those sonuvabitches. But I had nowhere to go, I knew no damn thing, so I just stayed around with ‘em all. The days went by and I grew stubborn more and more ‘bout leaving. What all my siblings do is make fun of my goddam color, you know what they really are?
In conclusion not only was this a dream, but a nightmare. For Goodman Brown came face to face with his own evil. He denied his human part of himself which in turn took his “life” from his soul. Goodman Brown is so deeply affected by this dream that he sees his townsmen and wife as fallen from grace. He is the only one that resisted the temptation and has no forgiveness for others.
That we’d be lonely forever. That we’d never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their tool shed. So broken heart strings bled the blues as we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing. Don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone.” “To This Day” by Shane Koyczan. When you think of bullying you think of pushing and shoving, teasing, laughing, and name calling.
I eventually got away. For many years I just felt disconnected and numb, unable to communicated or understand this. I loathed myself and believed that I was inferior to everyone else. Middle aged and the after effects of my abuse have followed me this far in my life being a never ending cycle of depression and abusive intimate relationships. Acknowledging the root of the problem has allowed me to shift my perspective somewhat.