Project #74685 - As in the instructions

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Kate Chopin Kate Chopin (1851-1904) was a 19th century writer of short stories and considered one of the forerunners of the modern women’s movement. Her most famous work, The Awakening (1899), was criticized by a literary establishment not yet ready for its progressive ideas and writing. “The Story of an Hour,” originally published under the title “The Dream of an Hour” in the December 6th, 1894 edition of Vogue, deals with some of the same themes. THE STORY OF AN HOUR Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death. It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message. She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her. There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul. She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window. She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams. She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought. There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air. Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. 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 her body. She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome. There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being! "Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering. Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg, open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you doing Louise? For heaven's sake open the door." "Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window. Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long. She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom. Some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife. But Richards was too late. When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of joy that kills. ============================================================ Close Reading 1 For this assignment, I would like you to do a close reading of one passage (your choice) from “The Story of an Hour.” First, you should choose a passage from the story that you think is important enough to be closely read. This can be the passage you discussed in your group, but, if you prefer, you can choose a different one. The passage you choose should take up anywhere from 4-8 lines of text on the page (typewritten), with 5-7 lines being optimal. Once you have chosen your passage, write a paragraph about it. The paragraph should include a topic sentence, a sentence linking your topic sentence to the quoted passage, the quoted passage itself, commentary explaining how the quoted passage develops the idea in the topic sentence, and a sentence that draws an arguable conclusion from what you have discussed in the paragraph. Please make sure that your passage is presented in proper block quote form (as I showed you in class, or see Purdue’s Online Writing Lab), with parenthetical citation. Please also make sure that your comments, as presented, are a continuation of the paragraph. There should be no extra indentation or extra line spacing between the quote and your comments. ============================================================ Close Reading 2 For this assignment, I would like you to choose another passage from “The Story of an Hour” for a second close reading. Again, you should choose a passage from the story that you think is important enough to be closely read. It should be as distinct from the first passage as possible (that is, it should come from a different part of the story, you should have different things to say about it, etc.). You should have some idea as to the relationship between the two passages (perhaps the two passages show the main character going from one state of mind to another, or one passage may be important for setting up the other, or there can be contrasting ideas in the two passages). As with your first passage, this passage should take up anywhere from 4-8 lines of text on the page (typewritten), with 5-7 lines being optimal. Write another paragraph, including a topic sentence, a link sentence, the quoted passage itself, commentary, and an arguable concluding sentence. Follow MLA guidelines (as I showed you in class, or see Purdue’s Online Writing Lab), with parenthetical citation. ============================================================ Argument For this assignment, I would like you to connect the paragraph you wrote for Assignment 2 with the paragraph you wrote for Assignment 3. You will need to arrange the paragraphs in the order you would like them to occur in your paper; the best choice is to arrange them in the same chronological order as they appear in the story. Then you will need to look carefully at the topic sentences. Distinguish them as clearly as you can. Once you have done that, write one or more new paragraphs in which you explain how the idea in your first paragraph leads (in the story) to the idea in the second paragraph. When you write your new paragraph(s), you will likely have to write a paraphrase of what happens in the story between the two passages that you quote. Remember that occasionally using the author’s words and phrases (with quotation marks and proper attribution) makes the paragraph stronger. You should then turn in an assignment that contains all three paragraphs. All the new paragraphs you write should include a topic sentence, a link sentence (as necessary), examples (in the form of PARAPHRASE), commentary, and an arguable concluding sentence. Follow MLA guidelines (as I showed you in class, or see Purdue’s Online Writing Lab), with parenthetical citation.

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