Dipping her head low, Zyanya caught Arali’s dazed eyes, holding them with an icy glower. "Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted?” Arali clenched her fists to counteract the numbness brought on by Zyanya’s tightening grip on her wrists. She opened her mouth to retort, her muscles tensing for a physical response, but was cut off, “Then you shall have your monster, but you are not worthy of my love.” With that, she pushed herself off of Arali and left the rooms, slamming the outer door with as much force as she could muster. Arali raised herself onto her elbows, shaking her head as though to lift a haze as she stared at the space Zyanya had vacated.
She feels him on her cheeks. Now, he starts rubbing his hands on her back when suddenly the door bell rings. I was saved perhaps from a more unfortunate pain, she thought. Should I be happy for that, or lament that he was my uncle, she shouted to herself. She fell on the dirty wet floor of the water closet and cried for hours.
Almost in the same hour the next morning, I had to rush upstairs for the same reason. By the end of the day we had placed a sign indicating, "This toilet is out of order! ", on the door of the toilet. Instead, a bedside toilet was installed with a restricted amount of paper. Because of her failing memory, Mother wipes herself as long as there are tissues, forgetting that she has already done so.
Mary froze. She'd seen this many times before: Alexander's arrogant showmanship, as he sought to make fools of those he considered 'sinners'. Previously, it had been a delight to witness another's downfall! Now, it was her turn to face the consequences of her own sins! Hot tears stung her eyes, as she half-whispered, half-sobbed, "Alexander, pleas... ... middle of paper ... ... continued, with a careless wave of his hand.
I motion to the bathroom to take her from George’s little angst party. We stand together in the stall, so I kiss her and touch her hair and say, “You okay, sweetie?” “Do you want the truth?” she asks. I nod and she replies, “No, Rae, I’m not okay. I’m really very, very not okay. I’m losing my shit over absolutely nothing... Rae, I just can’t do it anymore.” I’ve heard Laurie like this before; it makes my stomach go sharp and black because I want her to be okay.
Our wrists felt as it were on fire. "Go back to Hell," she gasped. The Stier eyes narrowed as he sneered and ripped off her entire arm. My mother's scream drowned everything out. Gasping, I tried to blink the tears from my face.
Lawrence’s means to push Hester out of the holy spotlight, and out of favor by turning all men and women against her. He successfully does so by claiming “Hester Prynne is the great nemesis of women” (Lawrence). Lawrence makes a paradox of her character. He makes Hester the villain, not the protagonist as Hawthorne
The second, and much shorter section of the novel, which breaks off with the dying Queen Orual's last utterance, proclaims the Queen's great realizations. She now understands why there can be no answer, no justification, from the gods and her charges against them : "How can they speak to us face to face, she asks, till we have faces?" (TWHF, pg. 201) Throughout the book Orual expresses her love for Psyche, as well as her fear of loosing Psyche. The sin of jealousy and obsessive love leads Orual to resist yielding to the higher love destined for Psyche, and ultimately to destruction of the object of her love and the hardening of Orual's soul to the point of self-induced misery and guilt for the rest of her days.
“This is why my twin sister hates you,” Lalaurie pointed out, “well, it's either you try on your “dress” or you can think of a sweet plan t-” “A plan! Lala, you finally used your brain for once! How does it feel?” I answered her happily. Suddenly, she angrily pushed me further inside my room and hurriedly stomped her way out of my peripheral vision as she mumbled hatred words about me. I was too happy to notice her absence.
Nevertheless, after stabling her horse, she passed through the rookery to collect the sealed communication. # # "I've drawn you a bath, Lady Arali." Remmy diverted her attention from the scroll as she entered her sanctuary. "Thank you. Any problems?"