The body's delicate. This tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling else
Save what beats there. (3.4.13-17)
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KING LEAR = THE STORM
Journal 3: Mother's
thoughts
Wretched
knife! Is my urn not full enough? The earth in my jar has yet to dry, and now,
my blood is once again poured out into it. The moon broke through the clouds and
revealed my sons mark to the Felix. Wicked bride, acknowledge the wax in your
orange blossoms. Silver doves fly and mock your wax bouqet. To sacrifice you to
my knife or to condemn you to the same kind of walls that have kept me all these
years, I do not know.
Chorus:Sophocles has the chorus, which is a reflection of the audience, relay the information to establish what the audience should know. He acknowledges that everyone knows of "Oedipus the great,/He who knew the Sphinx's riddle and was mightiest in our state./.../Now, in what a sea of troubles sunk and overwhelmed he lies!/". The emphasis is on the revelation of Oedipus rather than the actions of Oedipus, achieved through the audience's cultural understanding Oedipus' story.
Look ye, countrymen and Thebans, this is Oedipus the great,
He who knew the Sphinx's riddle and was mightiest in our state.
Who of all our townsmen gazed not on his fame with envious eyes?
Now, in what a sea of troubles sunk and overwhelmed he lies!
Therefore wait to see life's ending ere thou count one mortal blest;
Wait till free from pain and sorrow he has gained his final rest.
What would you have me do? -- I am not fitted to bear unhappiness, Gregers. I must feel secure and at peace in my surroundings.
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Hjalmar, like Relling's had diagnosed, feels that he is biologically incapabale of bearing unhappiness. Earlier, Relling had turned away from Gregers' idea of Hjalmar's "spiritual tumult" and turned to saying it was a psychological problem. Then he goes on to say that Gregers suffers from integrity fever.
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Gregers.
Hedvig! Is it Hedvig you are talking of? How should she blot out your sunlight?
Ironic b'c Hedvig is the one turning blind
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Hialmar.
It was that blackguard Relling that urged me to it.
Relling?
Yes, it was he that first made me realise my aptitude for making some notable discovery in photography.
Aha -- it was Relling!
Oh, I have been so truly happy over it! Not so much for the sake of the invention itself, as because Hedvig believed in it -- believed in it with a child's whole eagerness of faith. -- At least, I have been fool enough to go and imagine that she believed in it.
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Hialmar
[ (without answering).]
How unutterably I have loved that child! How unutterably happy I have felt every time I came home to my humble room, and she flew to meet me, with her sweet little blinking eyes. Oh, confiding fool that I have been! I loved her unutterably; -- and I yielded myself up to the dream, the delusion, that she loved me unutterably in return.
WHAT? "unutterably"?
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Ekdal
[ (quietly).]
The woods avenge themselves
Motif of the woods/garret
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Gregers
[ (huskily).]
In the depths of the sea --
Referencing again to the Flying Dutchman, the broken ship.
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Hialmar.
And I! I hunted her from me like an animal! And she crept terrified into the garret and died for love of me! [ (Sobbing.)]
I can never atone to her! I can never tell her -- ! [ (Clenches his hands and cries, upwards.)]
O thou above -- ! If thou be indeed! Why hast thou done this thing to me?
Change of dialect?
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Gregers
[ (looking straight before him).]
In that case, I am glad that my destiny is what is.
May I inquire, -- what is your destiny?
To be the thirteenth at table.
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Gregers
[ (calls out to HIALMAR).]
She has shot the wild duck herself!
And I, too, thought my home such a pleasant one. That was a delusion. Where shall I now find the elasticity of spirit to bring my invention into the world of reality? Perhaps it will die with me; and then it will be your past, Gina, that will have killed it.
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Hialmar.
I ask you, what becomes of the breadwinner's dream? When I used to lie in there on the sofa and brood over my invention, I had a clear enough presentiment that it would sap my vitality to the last drop. I felt even then that the day when I held the patent in my hand -- that day -- would bring my -- release. And then it was my dream that you should live on after me, the dead inventor's well-to-do widow.
Irony - The audience knows Hjalmar to be the one who eats the bread literally.Oh, the whole dream has vanished. It is all over now. All over!
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Hialmar.
In certain cases, it is impossible to disregard the claim of the ideal. Yet, as the breadwinner of a family, I cannot but writhe and groan under it. I can tell you it is no joke for a man without capital to attempt the repayment of a long-standing obligation, over which, so to speak, the dust of oblivion had gathered. But it cannot be helped: the Man in me demands his rights.
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Hialmar.
And yet, after all, I cannot but recognise the guiding finger of fate. He is going blind.
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[
[Silence. HEDVIG, discouraged, looks first at one and then at the other, trying to divine their frame of mind.
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Hialmar.
What is all this hocus-pocus that I am to be in the dark about!
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Hialmar.
I don't want to attain it. Never, never! My hat! (Takes his hat.) My home has fallen in ruins about me. [ (Bursts into tears.)]
Gregers, I have no child!
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Hedvig.
In the morning it's light, you know, and there's nothing in particular to be afraid of.
What we can't see is the most terrifying
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I think all this is very strange.
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Conversation between the Wild Duck, Ibsen, and Oedipus:
Ibsen: Morning, Sophocles.
Oedipus: Morning Henrik, g'day Duck.
Duck: Quack ('Tis a fine day for a swim. Alas, I have a wounded wing and, just like you Oedipus, I cannot take pleasure in what should be mine.)
Oedipus: Oh? What is it you mean?
Duck: Quack (I mean the blindness in your sight, the prophecy stabbing you in the back.)
Ibsen: You know, Duck, I'm not too far away from you either. You used to be a king of fowl, the Wild Duck, but now you swim in a bucket. I used to live in a great mansion, trees towering over me. Now I am a humble playwright. Although, we are still more different than alike.
Oedipus: Yes, I'd agree with Ibsen. I am similar, but still distant from all you are.
Duck: Quack (Please tell.)
Oedipus: I am the Blind Beggar. The man with lost judgement. But I have found resolution in my punishment. I see only false living in your apparent comfort. Just like your family, the Ekdals.
Duck: Quack (I know what you mean. Those Ekdals just spoil me too darn much.)
Ibsen: That isn't what is meant, Duck.
Duck: Quack Quack (Then what?)
Ibsen: You are living a life of corpulence and yet you retain your title of Wild Duck. Your Ekdals lead lives of fantasy. Hedvig, who ironically is losing sight as you lose vitality, is finding comfort in the books she gazes upon. Hjalmar, Old Ekdal's son, is working on a invention that consumes his life. Old Ekdal has been reduced to copying booklets by hand, and he still fantasizes being a lieutenant again. It is almost shameful.
Duck: Quack.
Oedipus: Alas, the duck is only that. Quack.
Not exactly to that. I don't say that your wing has been broken; but you have strayed into a poisonous marsh, Hialmar; an insidious disease has taken hold of you, and you have sunk down to die in the dark.
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Now, my dear Gregers, pray do not go on about disease and poison; I am not used to that sort of talk. In my house nobody ever speaks to me about unpleasant things.
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Gregers
[ (leaves the table).]
No airing you can give will drive out the taint I mean.
Taint!
Yes, what do you say to that, Ekdal!
Excuse me -- may it not be you yourself that have brought the taint from those mines up there?
It is like you to call what I bring into this house a taint.
Look here, Mr. Werle, junior: I have a strong suspicion that you are still carrying about
I carry it in my breast.
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Relling.Well, I'll tell you, Mrs. Ekdal. He is suffering from an acute attack of integrity.
Point of View:
In Sophocles' Oedipus the King, the story is mainly told around Oedipus. Sometimes, Oedipus is out of the scene, and the Chorus is speaking, but only as a sort of narration to align the reader's thoughts, mainly about Oedipus.
Characters:
Oedipus begins as the almost godlike king, when he addresses the people of Thebes in their "Huddling at my[Oedipus'] altar, praying before me" (2-3). Oedipus is portrayed as the prime example of a king and a regular citizen. He shows respect to the old Priest, as he is "Helping a Priest to his feet" (footnotes for actions, before L10). Oedipus is shown as the hero who saved Thebes from the mysterious Sphynx, and I suppose Oedipus' legend is well known in the time this tragedy was written. The character of Oedipus is given the heroic traits and called to be on the plane of mortal heroes, or even gods. BUT, Tiresias, the ironically blind seer and prophet, calls down Oedipus' own curse onto Oedipus. He indirectly accuses Oedipus as being the murderer that he seeks. Through the point of view as an audience, Sophocles gives us knowledge that the characters beside Tiresias knows. This narrative voice is triumphant and showy until Tiresias and Oedipus get into their shouting match, in which Oedipus' weakness, hot headedness, is revealed. He is given to loss of control over his actions, and his ideas are unreliable as a result. Sophocles' persuades the reader to side with one character and use that person's bitterness towards others to judge. The blind seer rouses up a storm in the conversation with Oedipus, and since the reader was first given the heroic information on Oedipus, Tiresias' "radical" sayings have a negative effect on the reader. Oedipus' new rage towards Creon also creates a bias against Creon justified by Oedipus' seemingly spotless reputation.
Oedipus Journal 2: Poem by Oedipus
Bold, leaping into challenge
Whipping with undeserved dignity
Following prophecies, not escaping
forces a cringe.
An equal unmatched
to my dearest heart,
releases the hypocrite
now incapacitated.
Truth revealed through lies.
I tell myself this:
I blindly yearn
for my mother's hand.
Sunset flashing beneath the last hill
Blood, the purest of hues
smears my judgment.
I seem to have not saved Journal 3 on my computer and I have misplaced it for the moment. I'll post it when I find it.
Oedipus Journal 4: Letter to Oedipus, from Creon.
Brother, beggar, Oedipus,
Let go of the suffering you have caused. Jocasta is gone, you now fulfill Tiresias' prophecy, and the citizens will begin throwing rocks painted with their miseries at you. You yourself have upset the equality of our joint ruling. Jocasta is gone, and you have gouged your eyes, your sight, your judgement. Remember, with your eyes the suffering did not go. It is only kind of me to allow you your rest; let me take the wheel of this unsightly ship. Already, the people spit at your feet, and even ask me to drive you out! Tiresias saw, and still sees. I pray, Oedipus, that you can break from your name in your suffering and that you may, in your blindness, seek your final vision.
In your search, yield to time, and in doing so, yield to the gods' will, never fleeing them again. You never were in the place to be master over your fate. You stumbled into a slip of fate, and hardly even juggled the unwieldy position of Thebes. Your children, a result of the most hideous of acts, will follow in your shame. You have failed to do many things, Oedipus. Do not fail in leaving further change alone.
Creon