4 February 2018
The Story of an Hour
In the beginning of the story we are introduced to Josephine and Richard who must break down the news to Louise about her husband’s death. Josephine informs her in “broken sentences, veiled hints that revealed in half concealing” (201). Louise who suffers from a heart disease didn’t hear the story as many women have heard the same. Once, Louise finished grieving in her sister’s arms she goes up to her room with no one to follow her. ” The Story of an Hour,” is a story which represents Louise a women who has lost her husband, but feels a sense of joy because she is finally free.
Haunted by a physical exhaustion Louise sinks her body into an armchair facing an open window. From the open window Louise can see trees that aquiver new spring life, the delicious breath of rain. She heard someone singing and sparrows were twittering; patches of blue sky were showing here and there (202). It seems that the open window and the new spring life symbolize the start of Louise new life without her husband. This new life will bring her joy; the open window and the open square is the chance to new open opportunities for her.
As the story progresses, Louise sat with her head thrown back on the chair, she was motionless except when a sob came to her (202). She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. Her eyes have a dull stare who gaze towards the patches of the blue sky, which is not a glance of reflection, but a rather indicated of suspension of intelligent thought (202). In other words, the intelligent thought was that Louise was feeling free. The word intelligent brought meaning because Louise was the one who knew that she was going to be by herself and it brought her joy.
Suddenly, Louise feels this thing approaching her trying to pose her; she was trying to fight it back (202). Although, Louise tries to fight back she couldn’t beat it; she abandoned herself and a little whispered word escaped: “Free, free. free!” (202). She has finally realized that she is free and the fear that she has felt was no longer there; she finally felt an excitement of the “years to that would belong to her absolutely” (202). Its not that Louise didn’t love or care about her husband, but there was something that she was excited about and that was that “there would be no powerful will bending her.” She would have many years for herself and there were only going to be for herself she would no longer be living for anybody else.
However, she knew that when she would see the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead she would weep once more; she sometimes loved him often she didn’t.