Summary Of 'The Tale Of The Plowman'

When the merchant returned he was eager to see his wife and tell her about his business transactions. But first, he went right to the abbey to see his friend the monk. He and the monk were happy to see each other and after they had a conversation about the merchant’s trip, the monk mentioned that he had left the 100 francs he owed to the merchant with his wife. Once the merchant got home, he met his wife at the gate, told her his stories and then continued to enjoy a night in bed with her. When they were

When Henderson's criticism of Minnie's domestic skills rouses a defense from Mrs. Hale about the incredible demands of farm work, the young attorney patronizes her with, "Ah, loyal to your sex, I see" (1392). As the men finally leave the kitchen,

My husband revealed that he had gone to persuade John Wright about sharing a party line telephone. My husband asserted that he found Winnie Wright seemingly uncomfortable. He was welcomed to shocking news of Mr. Wright’s death. “He died hanging from a rope,” Mrs. Wright said. The kitchen is at the centre of controversy. George Henderson, a fellow neighbor, suggested about having investigations done in the kitchen room. He found the kitchen towel dirty and he was quick to assume that Winnie Wright is careless. Why would someone think so lowly of a farmhouse lady? We have too much to care about rather than a simple kitchen

Like the Summoner did earlier, the Friar interrupts the Summoner while he is telling his tale , saying “there you lie, you Summoner!”(306). The Summoner continues his tale about a friar who stops at the home of a sickly man named Thomas and attempts to get money from the ailing man and his wife. The Summoner chronicles that the friar “kissed her (Thomas’ wife) sweetly, chirping like a sparrow”(307). When the friar

Stamp Paid describes the gathering and cooking of the food in anticipation of the party and how the party was the cause of their ‘fall from grace’. He describes the gathering of the berries and the difficulty in retrieving them. Stamp Paid’s description of the ordeal he experiences brings to mind the snake in the Garden of Eve. His narration of the preparation for the party seems to signify the beginning of their downfall.

Henderson, when she says how she didn't think a “place’d be any more cheerful for John Wright’s being in it” (1051). And for the woman once known as Minnie Foster, it was that same man who eroded her until she no longer was one of the town girls as she had been thirty years before, no longer a woman who sang in the choir, her happy, hopeful spirit, gone. Her final comfort in that otherwise drained and dreary home was that little singing canary that she had bought a year before the events of “Trifles,” and whose death sets her off to finally murder her own husband by tying a rope around his neck killing him much in the way he killed the bird and her own spirit. This is a perfect example of something as wondrous as marriage gone horribly wrong.

The theme of matrimony in the Wife of Bath’s Prologue as well as in the Miller’s Tale does not fit in with traditional fourteenth-century culture. The characters in these two texts turn what is suppose to be a sacred unity into a promiscuous and taboo fantasy for pilgrims. The characters narrating these two tales promote the idea of what fourteenth-century canon law would define as adultery—to have had a third lover while married is the new societal trend for the characters in these tales. And so, marriage becomes a component to the larger fantasy of having a relationship with a character who is already in a marital bond, i.e., cuckolding is a fetish for Alisoun in the Wife of Bath’s Prologue as well as for Nicholas and Absolom in the Miller’s Tale. That is, Alisoun’s pursuit of her lover Jankin while being married, promotes the idea that having a third partner amplifies one’s sexual life, meanwhile, Nicholas’s and Absalom’s quarrel over (a different) Alison encourages the idea that engaging with a married someone enhances the gratification of adultery. In other words, marriage is not portrayed as a scared bond, but as a device to fulfill a pilgrim’s sexual fantasy; and, this new fantasy is what the pilgrims try to make a trend throughout England. Note that I will be using the name, “Alisoun,” to represent the wife from Bath, and I will be using the name, “Alison,” to portray the wife in the Miller’s Tale.

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| ‘There’s another fellow, my clerk, with fifteen shillings a week, and a wife and a family, talking about a merry Christmas. I’ll retire to Bedlam’

Well, if that is the case, I will be there in just a few, said Joseph as he began to rise up from his rocking chair. Augustine would go to assist him, oh now I may be getting old, but I'm not too old that I can't walk on my own now Augustine, said Joseph in a more serious tone. Augustine instantly backed away, for the fear that she had offended her grandfather. Joseph would afterward stare at her with a look of sternness. Augustine became a little nervous as she didn't know what to expect, Joseph subsequently would slowly turn his frown in another smile, and give off a brief laugh, now, now you know sometimes I may need a little help. I will never turn that down especially from you. Augustine finally saw noticed her papa was just only joking around with her and, then began to laugh also as she would then help him in the house. Augustine, about time I thought I was going to have to go out there, and tell the master himself, said a house slave. what did I tell you Earlene, do not call me master, the master is from about, and we are all servants of him, call me Mr. Parish, said Joseph as he sat down in the kitchen. Okay the Mr. Parish, I'm sorry, now you better eat while the food his still hot, replied

“I carefully picked up the tray and watched myself walk to Mrs. Merriweather. With my best company manners, I asked her if she would have some. After all, if Aunty could be a lady at a time like this, so could I” (318).

By the time Peter arrived at the castle the sun was close to setting. He sat down in the solar to read for a little before Adelina came to collect him so they could walk to the chapel together. Afterwards, they walked back to the castle and Adelina finished preparing the deer meat that Peter had caught that day. They didn't like to waste time in eating fresh meat, as it would go off quickly. Adelina was a great cook and Peter loved the vegetables she prepared from the gardens. The two of them ate the meal and chatted about how the estate was going.

After a long Thursday of work on the ranch the hard working men packed into the dining hall. Everyone rushed through the lineup to eat first and instantly the sound of growling stomachs and clinking forks and knifes filled the dining room that was silent moments ago. George, Slim, Lennie, Candy and Carlson in their dirty work wear an scuffed boots sat around an old wood dining room table that was aged with scratches and cuts from the many men that had worked at the ranch before the five men that sat around the table today. The men chowed down on roast beef with gravy and garlic mashed potatoes. Lennie was thrilled as he ate his mountain of potatoes. Gravy spilled down the edge of old Candy’s lips. “Jesus Candy do you have any table manners?” Carlson asked with frustration in his deep voice.

When he had gone as far as the meeting-house, he looked back and saw that she was still looking after him – with a melancholy air. He chided himself, “What a wretch am I to leave her on such an errand!” Yet he, in his prioritizing, gave her a back seat to his wishes and continued on his way. When into the dense forest, he met the “grave” man who berated him lightly for his tardiness; Goodman defended himself by blaming it on his wife, “Faith kept me back awhile.” There was no pause to reflect on the uprightness of his actions; he quite naturally and unhesitatingly blamed Faith for something for which she was most

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.