As shown, Holden is depressed in many ways: he fails in life, he is lonesome, and he still is affected by his brother's death. Holden is a failure because he cannot pass any classes in school, except English, and he cannot do anything right. He is lonely because he simply hates mostly everyone and, therefore, does not have any friends. Holden is depressed by his brother's death because that was his best friend. Holden's depression started with the loss of his best friend/brother and continued on with failure and loneliness throughout the rest of his
I probably would’ve done it, too, if I’d been sure somebody’d cover me up as soon as I landed” (Salinger 104). He doesn’t really attach himself to anything since Allie’s death. It also shows his loneliness when he talks about how he wants to stay away from everyone. This is stated in the text as “I’d go down to the Holland Tunnel and bum ride, and than I’d bum another one, and another one, and another one, and in a few days I’d be somewhere out West….Everybody’d think I was just a poor deaf-mute bastard and they’d leave me alone” (Salinger 198-9). He doesn’t like people and rather be alone than with people.
He has his own room in the barn because he is prohibited from sharing a room with the white men. Candy, looking in awe at Crooks’ room, says “Must be nice to have a room all to yourself”’ Crooks answers with “And a manure pile under the window, Sure it’s swell” (82). This separation makes Crooks more isolated than any other characters because of his lack of human interaction, which causes him extreme loneliness. “I tell ya a guy gets too lonely and he gets sick” (80). This also causes him extreme loneliness.
1366 If he heard songs or instruments of music, then would he weep and could not be consoled. So feeble and low and changed were his spirits, that nobody could recognize his speech or his voice even if they heard them. And in his behavior he acted not only as if he had the lover’s sickness of Eros, but rather like madness sprung from melancholy in the cell of imagination in his brain. In short, both the disposition and habits of this woeful lover, lord Arcite, were turned all upside-down. 1379 Why should I describe all day his woe?
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.
At first, he is a good strong leader, a figure of authority, but as the novel goes on, and his character begins to disintegrate. After going over the top, Stephen is left laying in the shellhole with a damaged leg; Weir attends to him when darkness falls. As the guns begin to die down the rest of the injured men try to make their way back to the trenches by dragging themselves. The sound, described as “like damp winds scraping down a sky of glass”, troubles Weir and he begins to shake. Eventually, he regresses back to childhood and crawls to Stephen, asking him to “hold me” and to “call me by my name”.
Was he a weak man? He, of course wasn’t a weak man. A weak man couldn’t go such afar in this nature. He cried because he was hopeless now. The shelter, his only little hope now turned out to be a ruined shelter.
A man who loved his mother would have cried a little bit at her funeral. Unlike Meursault’s behavior of being calm and distant at his mother’s funeral. It was unheard of to not have an open casket, but he did not even want to she his own mother one last time. He was not connected with his mother. He seemed to have never been close with her.
He stopped going to the church and did not talk to many people. Goodman Brown does not look at Faith the same way, and becomes very distant. At the end of the story, it is noted that his “dying hour was gloom.” He had lost most of his friends and became sort of an outcast. This short story has so much deep meaning and analysis required to get the real point of it. If you start to question your faith and mess with the devil, you will surely lose.
Death A Short Story By L. Wang The old man’s eyes were bloodshot, like broken windows to an injured soul. The world was different now, and he hardly recognised it. Life had lost it’s meaning, happiness had forsaken him, leaving only sadness to fill the void of his soul. Despair was sown on his heart, plaguing him with a never-ending sorrow which haunted him everywhere he went. Despoiled by misery, he travelled towards Los Angeles, in search of his childhood memories.