I find myself sympathizing with March to a certain extent. She, like me, seems to just want to make her own way in life, if you will, but she struggles to figure out how to achieve that. Our reasons for that struggle are different; she meets Henry and things sort of go downhill from there,… View More

It seems like there is a strong connection from Miss March to Miss Brooke. The strong will that March possess to be “like a man” is something that Miss Brooke surely had when she was trying to reform the cottages in our hometown. Wouldn’t you agree, Dorothea? It seems as both of these women have… View More

Well than, what a rather twisted reading! After the fox is killed, the readers start to see the REAL showdown in this said “love triangle” that is going on. To think that the entire time the women had to constantly endure being rather irritated with the fox animal, that fellow Henry managed to drive them… View More

Dorothea, I will have to disagree with you. This Nellie March lady is not “strong”, she is not written as strong, the author wrote her as if she were a man. She even walks like a man according to how “straight her shoulders are and how her walk is so confident”; yet, the author then… View More

Hmm…what has happened? At first it seems as though these women in the past reading (Mina Loy I believe her name was) were “feminist”, now in this new story, they seem to be rather…fond of each other would you say? The two women are in what seems to be some kind of relationship and it… View More

What a sly fox that Henry fellow is.  I find similarities amongst myself with Nellie March and am a bit taken aback by the fellow chasing after her.  She is a strong woman who does not mind doing the hard work around the homestead.  She seems to be very independent and head strong in some… View More

Amidst these dusty trees and dry landscape, I wonder through again and again, lost in this new world. I cannot fly, for I can’t see through the thick, brown fog and I fear the oily, murky river. The people seek others pretending to tell prophecies of complete nonsense. What do the people believe in, in… View More

Good Heavens, what sort of nonsensical atrocity is this!? Cursed was the day that my eyes glanced upon these broken words. What does Eliot mean when writing from this hybrid language of abstraction and sorrow? I am reminded of the character Kurtz, you know, and his final words… the horror… and how I questioned as… View More

The Waste Land is like a place where my truest desires can come alive. Full of pain and misery it could use a touch more death and torture. While the mind and bodies are useless and float along in a sea of gray there does not seem to be enough true bloodshed and torment of… View More

Oh Mr. Lydgate, do you think you might be looking to deeply into the meaning of these works of poetry? Perhaps this dear poet is writing simply about the depressing view that is London? It is oh so depressing. London is filthy and dreary. The only upside is the number of shops available in town,… View More