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Monday, May 8, 2017

Analysis of The Story of an Hour

The Story of an Hour, by Kate Chopin is the tragic story of a woman whose newfound position as a widow gives her strength. She develops a sense of freedom as she embraces her husbands death as an prospect to establish her own identity. The tragedy is when her newfound identity gets barren away as the behavior of her husband reveals that he is withal alive. The disappointment from this tragedy kills her with a heart attack represent the many conflicts that she faced passim the story. The conflicts the character faces within her self-importance and baseball club show that the amicable norms for women were suppressing to their strength and individuality as human beings.\nThe character of Josephine is on that point to represent her conflict against ordering. As the story starts up, she as Mrs. mallard  turns to her sister Josephine and weeps in her implements of war after hearing the emergent news of her husbands death. This is her acknowledging the trouble that socia l club expects her to feel. Her turn outness to Josephine represents the acceptance that came with playing in accordance with what society expect. The passage continues, When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her fashion alone.  The fact that she does not convey Josephine with her implies the conflict that is about to gull place. Josephine is the social norms, assuming that she is idle without her husband by her side. Mrs. Mallards isolation from this assumption represents that she has strength and butt end stand on her own. This expected strength is confirmed as Chopin writes, Josephine was kneeling before the unlikeable access with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. Louise, open the door! I demand; open the door. You will befool yourself ill. The closed door to Josephine shows her ending to close her metaphorical door to the confinements of society. Josephines position of kneeling shows how often power this character has against society with her newfound freedom from the b...

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