Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Story of An Hour.

I find it ironic upon the death of her husband, Spring is alive, fully blooming out her window.  The description words used by Kate Chopin are very strong.   As she sat there staring off into space, I thought she might just die right then and there.  I do believe in people dying of a broken heart,  its tragic and true.   I enjoyed the phrase " she was enjoying a very elixir of life through that open window"  I love taking in scenery and basking in the glory of mother nature.  You feel so small when compared to everything in the world and universe.  It helps me realize that what  I think is such a big deal or problem, really isn't.  It was empowering that she saw how much life she had ahead of her, she wasn't just going to give up.  Oh and of course, who would walk through the door,  Mr. Malard!  Then, the Mrs screams and dies right there.  Just when i thought we would have a good, happy ending.   She died of heart disease, is that the same as a heart-attack?  I don't really understand the ending words-  of joy that kills.  Unless she died of a heart-attack, like she was so happy she died.

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