Liberation And Freedom Are Exquisite Possessions. The Possible

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Liberation and freedom are exquisite possessions. The possible accomplishment or loss of it can both cause the suitable amount of anxiety as revealed by the lead characters in Kate Chopin’s “The Story of an Hour” and James Joyce’s “Eveline”. Mrs. Mallard and Eveline are standing at the threshold of a raw life story. The difference between the two is that while Mrs. Mallard is eagerly looking forward to her new found freedom, Eveline is deeply panic-struck from the thought of freedom. When the characters are at a point in their life that offers an escape into the enchanting world of the unknown, both react differently. Kate Chopin’s “The Story of an Hour” and James Joyce’s “Eveline” have a similar theme of freedom but how the protagonist…show more content…
“Story of an Hour” was written in 1894, which is a time period where women did not really have much power or say in anything that went on. Women were really the ones who stayed home and took care of the family and tended to the house, while the husbands went out and worked. Women stayed out of the limelight and their opinions were never considered or heard. Even though women had desires and feelings, those feelings were never heard of. Women did not dare speak out about their feelings or their rights. Women lived a life of silence the because they had no voice and they dared not once speak out.
The major theme in “The Story of an Hour” is freedom. In the beginning of the story, Mrs. Mallard learns about her husband’s sudden death. She first reacts like any grieving wife would. She is upset so she excuses herself and rushes off to her bedroom to be away from everyone. While in her room the reader sees a completely different side of Mrs. Mallard. She in some sense is happy; yes, she is upset that her husband is dead, however; she now feels this new found freedom that she did not feel before. “When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: “free, free, free!” The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of
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