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Thestoryofanhour

KateChopinKateChopin:bornKatherineO'Flaherty;(February8,1850–August22,1904)wasanAmericanauthorofshortstoriesandnovelsbasedinLouisiana.SheisnowconsideredbysomescholarstohavebeenaforerunnerofAmerican20th-centuryfeministauthorsofSouthernorCatholicbackground,suchasZeldaFitzgerald.Thetitlemayarousethecuriosityoftheaudience,“Whathappenedinanhour?”ThestorymightberelatedtofeminismKnowingthatMrs.Mallardwasafflictedwithahearttrouble,greatcarewastakentobreaktoherasgentlyaspossiblethenewsofherhusband’sdeath.ItwashersisterJosephinewhotoldher,inbrokensentences,veiledhintsthatrevealedinhalfconcealing.Herhusband’sfriendRichardswasthere,too,nearher.Itwashewhohadbeeninthenewspaperofficewhenintelligenceoftherailroaddisasterwasreceived,withBrentlyMallard’snameleadingthelistof“killed”.Hehadonlytakenthetimetoassurehimselfofitstruthbyasecondtelegram,andhashastenedtoforestallanylesscareful,lesstenderfriendinbearingthesadmessage.AnylesscarefulfriendmightkillMrs.Mallardbybreakingthenewsabruptly.TheconflictwasbroughttothereadersdirectlyatthebeginningofthestoryThisalsosetsthesettingforthestoryConcretewordsshowinghowcarefulJosephinewasShedidnothearthestoryasmanywomenhaveheardthesame,withaparalyzedinabilitytoacceptitssignificance.Sheweptatonce,withsudden,wildabandonment,inhersister’sarms.Whenthestormofgriefhadspentitselfshewentawaytoherroomalone.Shewouldhavenoonefollowher.Therestood,facingtheopenwindow,acomfortableroomyarmchair.Intothisshesank,presseddownbyaphysicalexhaustionthathauntedherbodyandseemedtoreachintohersoul.DescriptionofactionCarefulchoicesofwords.Concrete,specificverbs

Shecouldseeintheopensquarebeforeherhousethetopsoftreesthatwereallaquiverwiththenewspringlife.Thedeliciousbreathofrainwasintheair.Inthestreetbelowapeddlerwascryinghiswares.Thenotesofadistantsongwhichsomeonewassingingreachedherfaintly,andcountlesssparrowsweretwitteringintheeaves.Therewerepatchesofblueskyshowinghereandtherethroughthecloudsthathadmetandpiledoneabovetheotherinthewestfacingherwindow.Descriptionsthatappealtodifferentsenses.Smell,sound…Thishappyandeasymoodofspringlifeisobviouslyinconflictswiththemoodofthestory.Thisisalsoawaytograbthereader’sattention.Shesatwithherheadthrownbackuponthecushionofthechair,quitemotionless,exceptwhenasobcameupintoherthroatandshookher,asachildwhohascrieditselftosleepcontinuestosobinitsdreams.Shewasyoung,withafair,calmface,whoselinesbespokerepressionandevenacertainstrength.Butnowtherewasadullshareinhereyes,whosegazewasfixedawayoffyonderononeofthosepatchesofbluesky.Itwasnotaglanceofreflection,butratherindicatedasuspensionofintelligentthought.Descriptionofappearanceandalsoacontrast,whichindicatesthechangeofhermood.DescriptionofactionTherewassomethingcomingtoherandshewaswaitingforit,fearfully.Whatwasit?Shedidnotknow,itwastoosubtleandelusivetoname.Butshefeltit,creepingoutofthesky,reachingtowardherthroughthesounds,thescents,thecolorthatfilledtheair.TransitionSomethingdifferentishappeningherealthoughboththecharacterandreaderdon’tknowwhatitisyet.Thespecificverbshelpcreatethissubletandelusivefeeling.Descriptionofmood

Nowherbosomroseandfelltumultuously.Shewasbeginningtorecognizethisthingthatwasapproachingtopossessher,andshewasstrivingtobeatitbackwithherwill—aspowerlessashertwowhiteslenderhandswouldhavebeen.Whensheabandonedherselfalittlewhisperedwordescapedherslightlypartedlips.Shesaiditoverandoverunderherbreath:“Free,free,free!”Thevacantstareandthelookofterrorthathadfolloweditwentfromhereyes.

Theystayedkeenandbright.Herpulsesbeatfast,andthecoursingbloodwarmedanrelaxedeveryinchofherbody.Descriptionofappearanceandalsodescriptionofmood.Detaileddescriptiontostrengthentheatmosphere.Thereadersfinallygettounderstandthechangeofhermood.Mrs.Mallardwasthinkingaboutfreedom.DescriptionofmoodShedidnotstoptoaskifitwereorwerenotamonstrousjoythatheldher.Aclearandexaltedperceptionenabledhertodismissthesuggestionastrivial.Sheknewthatshewouldweepagainwhenshesawthekind,tenderhandsfoldedindeath,thefacethathadneverlookedsavewithloveuponher,fixedandgrayanddead.Butshesawbeyondthatbittermomentalongprocessionyearstocomethatwouldbelongtoherabsolutely.Andsheopenedandspreadherarmsouttotheminwelcome.Therewouldbenoonetoliveforduringthosecomingyears,shewouldliveforherself.Therewouldbenopowerfulwillbendinghersinthatblindpersistencewithwhichmenandwomenbelievetheyhavearighttoimposeaprivatewilluponafellow-creature.Akindintentionoracruelintentionmadetheactseemnolessacrimeasshelookeduponitinthatbriefmomentofillumination.Mrs.Mallardhadmixedfeelingsofbothgriefatherhusband'sdeathandexultationattheprospectsforfreedomintheremainderofherlife.Thelatteremotioneventuallytookprecedenceinherthoughts.From“fearfully”to“welcome”--thechangeofmood.Andyetshehadlovedhim—sometimes.Oftenshehadnot.Whatdiditmatter!Whatcouldlove,theunsolvedmystery,countforinthefaceofthispossessionofself-assertionwhichshesuddenlyrecognizedasthestrongestimpulseofherbeing!

“Free!Bodyandsoulfree!”shekeptwhispering.Josephinewaskneelingbeforethecloseddoorwithherlipstothekeyhole,imploringforadmission.“Louise,openthedoor!”Ibeg;openthedoor—youwillmakeyourselfill.Whatareyoudoing?Louise?Forheaven’ssakeopenthedoor.”“Goaway.Iamnotmakingmyselfill.”No,shewasdrinkinginaveryelixiroflifethroughthatopenwindow.Mrs.Mallard'sconversiontotemporaryeuphoriamaysimplysuggestthatthehumanneedforindependencecanexceedevenloveandmarriage.Nowwereachthethemeofthestory:freedomoffemales.Sensorydetails

Herfancywasrunningriotalongthosedaysaheadofher.Springdays,andsummerdays,andallsortsofdaysthatwouldbeherown.Shebreathedaquickprayerthatlifemightbelong.Itwasonlyyesterdayshehadthoughtwithashudderthatlifemightbelong.Shearoseatlengthandopenedthedoortohersister’simportunities.Therewasafeverishtriumphinhereyes,andshecarriedherselfunwittinglylikeagoddessofVictory.Sheclaspedhersister’swaist,andtogethertheydescendedthestairs.Richardsstoodwaitingforthematthebottom.Detaileddescription.Figurativelanguage.Finally,thejoyoffreedomstookoverthegriefatherhusband’sdeath.Figurativelanguage:personificationSomeonewasopeningthefrontdoorwithalatchkey.ItwasBrentlyMallardwhoentered,alittletravel-stained,composedlycarryinghisgrip-sackandumbrella.Hehadbeenfarfromthesceneoftheaccident,anddidnotevenknowtherehadbeenone.HestoodamazedatJosephine’spiercingcry;atRichards’quickmotiontoscreenhimfromtheviewofhiswife.Whenthedoctorscametheysaidshehaddiedofheartdisease—ofthejoythatkills.Thislastphr