Through The Eyes Of Mrs Mallard Analysis
The American Dream
Through the eyes of Mrs. Mallard
“It was only yesterday that I thought, with a shudder of grief, that life might be long” (Chopin, 54). I knew that there was nothing more that my white, slender hands could accomplish in this lifetime; my will to clean, to sew… had vanished. As did my love for my husband. But did I ever really feel love towards him? Did I ever have one domestic impulse in my bones? It is that notion of the ideal American marriage which paralyzes me. It veils my presence and limits my abilities. And the only way I found my own American dream? Well, all that freed me? That was simply mere chance.
I was recently told that my husband, Brently Mallard, was killed in a train accident. His name was first on the …show more content…
It is realistic, but I can only say that confidently without the presence of my husband. I was held back by him without realizing it. I was silenced. My newfound American Dream shines with independence and thrives with belief in myself; however, few in this room can undoubtedly say that you have attained this sense of freedom, or even your own interpretation of the American Dream. I spread my arms to all of you, introducing independence, welcoming the days that could be your own; I urge you to break free from your cages. Women, though it is hard to see this in the society that we are living in, we are equally independent souls, even if this is not shown through the eyes of the law. Open your mouths! Our words of freedom will not be merely whispered, but screamed at the top of our …show more content…
I am refined to my house and my only power lies within my apparent moral traits and my potential to indulge in domestic activity. This is the “work” I do. Give me work! I tell you all of this, but will my opinions ever be acted upon, not merely pondered? I have no right to vote. Important movements are forming, but when will they ever provoke change from within congress? Are these movements enough? The House of Representatives, made solely of men, does not represent me. Women, we are not represented. And with no representation comes with no change.
Virginia, I read your speech entitled “Professions of Women.” What struck me most was your emphasis of the pen in your hand, the pen that gave you the opportunity to express your beliefs, an ability that many women are not able to do. Inspire us! My life, Virginia, symbolized what was holding you back; my purity, my beauty, my sacrifice, that is what prevented your voice from being heard. But now the pen is in my hand, and it can be in all of yours as
Through the eyes of Mrs. Mallard
“It was only yesterday that I thought, with a shudder of grief, that life might be long” (Chopin, 54). I knew that there was nothing more that my white, slender hands could accomplish in this lifetime; my will to clean, to sew… had vanished. As did my love for my husband. But did I ever really feel love towards him? Did I ever have one domestic impulse in my bones? It is that notion of the ideal American marriage which paralyzes me. It veils my presence and limits my abilities. And the only way I found my own American dream? Well, all that freed me? That was simply mere chance.
I was recently told that my husband, Brently Mallard, was killed in a train accident. His name was first on the …show more content…
It is realistic, but I can only say that confidently without the presence of my husband. I was held back by him without realizing it. I was silenced. My newfound American Dream shines with independence and thrives with belief in myself; however, few in this room can undoubtedly say that you have attained this sense of freedom, or even your own interpretation of the American Dream. I spread my arms to all of you, introducing independence, welcoming the days that could be your own; I urge you to break free from your cages. Women, though it is hard to see this in the society that we are living in, we are equally independent souls, even if this is not shown through the eyes of the law. Open your mouths! Our words of freedom will not be merely whispered, but screamed at the top of our …show more content…
I am refined to my house and my only power lies within my apparent moral traits and my potential to indulge in domestic activity. This is the “work” I do. Give me work! I tell you all of this, but will my opinions ever be acted upon, not merely pondered? I have no right to vote. Important movements are forming, but when will they ever provoke change from within congress? Are these movements enough? The House of Representatives, made solely of men, does not represent me. Women, we are not represented. And with no representation comes with no change.
Virginia, I read your speech entitled “Professions of Women.” What struck me most was your emphasis of the pen in your hand, the pen that gave you the opportunity to express your beliefs, an ability that many women are not able to do. Inspire us! My life, Virginia, symbolized what was holding you back; my purity, my beauty, my sacrifice, that is what prevented your voice from being heard. But now the pen is in my hand, and it can be in all of yours as