Abigail will do anything to get him back. She confronts John and says “You loved me John Proctor, and whatever sin it is, you love me yet!” Now Mary Warren is the Proctors maid. Mary was one of the girls caught dancing in the woods and testified against many of Salem’s witches. They are both seventeen, and were maids for the Proctor household, and this is where their similarities end. They both have different physical appearances, attitudes, and very different reactions
The word ‘halter’ creates an image of a horse being led by its reigns, showing the girl is being treated like an animal. Heaney engages the reader’s senses by saying ‘the wind on her naked front’. By saying ‘it blows her nipples to amber beads, it shakes the frail rigging of her ribs,’ Heaney shows how cold it was the day this girl was executed. This fabricates an alarming image in the reader’s mind of a vulnerable young girl, about to be murdered. He talks about how she was killed, which was by drowning.
Gwen Harwood is using this ironically, to show how unlike the conventional sonnet woman her female subject is, but a woman of despair and hopelessness. The use of rhyming couplets and irregular short sentences create a hectic and disorganised structure and rhythm to the poem, which symbolises the mother’s life. Harwood uses emotive description and olfactory imagery to allow the audience to experience exactly what the woman is feeling. “A pot boils over. As she rushes to the stove too late, a wave of nausea overpowers” As the woman is framed in a doorway it suggests that she cannot escape her reality, to the dreams in which she once aimed to achieved.
Mary Warren, although frightened of Abigail, decides to tell the court the truth about the whole allegation and the dancing that happened in the forest. When Judge Danforth calls on Abigail and the rest of the girls to question them, Abigail in a sense of smartness executes a plan to divert the whole attention towards Mary Warren by pretending to sense a cold wind and “seeing” a white beam of light next to Mary. “She’s going to come down! She’s walking the beam” (Miller 3.1085-1086). She then starts to mimic the actions and words of Mary; this in turn builds a solid proof in the eyes of the court that Mary Warren practices witchcraft.
This is what creates isolation, lonely feelings to in the end due to her suicide. Madame Ratignolle’s childbirth sparks Edna’s suicide, which is an Ironic moment. Edna observed “with an inward agony, with a flaming, outspoken revolt against the ways id Nature, the scene of torture.” During this Edna tries to recall her own childhood but fails to do so. Than once Edna swims out far into the sea at the island, she is going to swim out far enough of no return, possibly. “To her
Lady Macbeth scolds him again and likens him to a woman: “O proper stuff? This is the very painting of your fear. / A woman’s story at a winter’s fire. / Why do you make such faces? When all is done you look but on a stool.” And then “What, quite unmanned in folly?” Her final shot at Macbeth: “You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting with most admired disorder” or you have ruined the party.
Lysandra goes through several stages once her bet friend beats her in a poetry contest that meant a lot to Lysandra. There things were ignoring, betrayal and holding a grudge. Firstly, the conflict vs. character (Lysandra and Elaine) is shown by Lysandra and Elaine not talking anymore once Elaine won the poetry contest. I know this because Elaine says, “Lysandra withdraws into a secret self and refused to speak to me” (70). Obviously, the conflict between Lysandra and Elaine is shown by Lysandra being so mad she withdraws on her dream to be to herself.
As she stares at her reflection, she sees herself as an old woman, whose young body has been distorted and gravity has taken its rightful place, creating a self pity attitude. Picasso uses vivid, live colors to portray the woman in reality, but the reflection includes dark, gloomy colors such as purple and blue, which are closely related to depression. The woman sees her young days being washed away from her face, suggested by the green discoloration on her forehead and darkening of her facial features. This dual nature of the woman indicates that she fails to see her beauty, causing her to live in fear of being judged. Pablo Picasso was a part of the Modernism movement at the beginning of the 20th century, a time period in which adoption of complex styles and forms were undertaken to provide new meanings.
In this famous novel, Blanche Dubois goes to live with her sister Stella Kowalski. She has to tell her sister the bad news that she lost their family home, Belle Reve, and also took off from her teaching job due to her bad nerves. This is the first indication of Blanche’s insanity. She is clearly unaware because she says, “Is there something wrong with me?” Another sign is Blanche’s horrible drinking habit, which research shows can lead to making horrible decisions and can alter ones life. “Both Blanche’s drinking and her endless hot baths suggest that she is attempting to wash away her past and emerge through a sort of watery purgatory.” Stanley, Stella’s husband, does not really like Blanche and accuses her of being crazy, which is an accurate description.
Consequently, the sixty-year-old matriarch Epifania--whose personal mosquito-net had over the years developed a number of small but significant holes which she was too myopic or stingy to notice--would be awakened each morning by itching bites on her bony blue forearms and would then unleash a thin shriek at the sight of flies buzzing around the tray of bed-tea and sweet biscuits placed beside her by Tereza the maid (who swiftly fled). Epifania fell into a useless frenzy of scratching and swatting, lunging around her curvaceous teak boat-bed, often spilling tea on the lacy cotton bedclothes, or on her white muslin nightgown with the high ruffled collar that concealed her once swan-like, but now corrugated, neck. And as the fly-swatter in her right hand thwacked and thumped, as the long nails on her left hand raked her back in search of ever more elusive mosquito-bites, so Epifania da Gama's nightcap would slip from her head, revealing a mess of snaky white hair through which