Gambling In The House Of Mirth

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The motif of gambling on bridge is used in the House of Mirth to develop the theme that there is a natural desire for personal autonomy and that rejection from society often accompanies this quest for independence. For Lily, gambling during bridge gives her the illusion of freedom. Realizing that the money she wins from bridge is hers to spend, she is driven to “risk higher stakes at each fresh venture” (26). Once Lily gets a taste of independence, she can not stay away from it. Playing bridge provides her with an outlet where she is free of societal pressures; no man tells her how to play her cards and the money she wins is tied to no one but herself. In all other aspects of her life, Lily is forced to behave a certain way in order to fulfill …show more content…

All the scenes, all the dresses, all the girls looked identical. They simply put on a temporarily excited face and do what they should do in order to turn a man’s head. Sorry ladies, even your eggshell dress covered in twenty four karat jewels is no longer catching eyes. I was in a vulgar slump. I was so bored with these women that I was about to pack up and leave when that Lily Bart finally took the stage. She was more stunning than any subject I had ever encountered. Everything about her was a challenge to paint. My hand had a fierce tremor as I tried to mix the colors to reflect her beauty. I came across the colors to display her outer beauty, but even the finest art could not do her inner beauty justice. I spent hours on that painting, perfecting the details long after she had fused back into the social landscape. Yet, I never got it quite right. I am convinced that even Van Gogh could not create a painting that would convey her perfect yet scandalous beauty. The rest of the woman call me “the distinguished portrait painter” (137), but that Lily Bart shows me that I am no better than an appearance painting dozens of still life apples. It just so happens that my apple is a rich woman. I hope Lily teaches these poor woman a lesson, as she certainly taught me one. These high class women, and even the men are all trapped on a merry-go-round. I too was trapped like an eagle circling its prey, but this is my chance to finally catch the mouse. I plan to sail to Italy in order to find women like Lily; women with inner beauty. I refuse to return until I have become a real painter, one that does not hesitate at the sight of a exquisite sense. One that paints with love, rather than a formula. Thank you, Lily Bart, for freeing me from this repetitive world. I hope you can free yourself as

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