Analysis of The Story of an Hour

The Story of an Hour, by Kate Chopin is the sad story of a char whose newfound position as a widow gives her strength. She develops a sense of freedom as she embraces her husbands death as an chance to establish her own identity. The tragedy is when her newfound identity gets nude away as the demeanor of her husband reveals that he is distillery alive. The disappointment from this tragedy kills her with a heart attack mean the many conflicts that she faced throughout the story. The conflicts the character faces within her self-importance and beau monde show that the accessible norms for women were suppressing to their strength and individuality as human beings. \nThe character of Josephine is at that place to represent her conflict against orderliness. As the story starts up, she as Mrs. mallard  turns to her sister Josephine and weeps in her build up after hearing the sharp news of her husbands death. This is her acknowledging the regret that cabaret expects her to feel. Her pass aroundness to Josephine represents the acceptance that came with performing in accordance with what society anticipate. The passage continues, When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her means alone.  The fact that she does not subscribe Josephine with her implies the conflict that is about to birth place. Josephine is the social norms, assuming that she is lightsome without her husband by her side. Mrs. Mallards isolation from this assumption represents that she has strength and burn stand on her own. This expected strength is confirmed as Chopin writes, Josephine was kneeling before the unappealing portal with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. Louise, open the door! I woo; open the door. You will sterilize yourself ill. The closed door to Josephine shows her ratiocination to close her metaphorical door to the confinements of society. Josephines position of kneeling shows how some(prenominal) power this character has against society with her newfound freedom from the b...