The Awakening, Chapter VIII

“Do me a favor, Robert,” spoke the pretty woman at his side, almost as soon as she and Robert had started their slow, homeward way. She looked up in his face, leaning on his arm beneath the encircling shadow of the umbrella which he had lifted.

“Granted; as many as you like,” he returned, glancing down into her eyes that were full of thoughtfulness and some speculation.

“I only ask for one; let Mrs. Pontellier alone.” Continue reading

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The Awakening, Chapter VII

Mrs. Pontellier was not a woman given to confidences, a characteristic hitherto contrary to her nature. Even as a child she had lived her own small life all within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life—that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.

That summer at Grand Isle she began to loosen a little the mantle of reserve that had always enveloped her. There may have been—there must have been—influences, both subtle and apparent, working in their several ways to induce her to do this; but the most obvious was the influence of Adele Ratignolle. The excessive physical charm of the Creole had first attracted her, for Edna had a sensuous susceptibility to beauty. Then the candor of the woman’s whole existence, which every one might read, and which formed so striking a contrast to her own habitual reserve—this might have furnished a link. Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love. Continue reading

The Awakening, Chapter VI

Edna Pontellier could not have told why, wishing to go to the beach with Robert, she should in the first place have declined, and in the second place have followed in obedience to one of the two contradictory impulses which impelled her.

A certain light was beginning to dawn dimly within her,—the light which, showing the way, forbids it.

At that early period it served but to bewilder her. It moved her to dreams, to thoughtfulness, to the shadowy anguish which had overcome her the midnight when she had abandoned herself to tears.

In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. This may seem like a ponderous weight of wisdom to descend upon the soul of a young woman of twenty-eight—perhaps more wisdom than the Holy Ghost is usually pleased to vouchsafe to any woman.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

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Kate Chopin, The Awakening

The Awakening, Chapter V

They formed a congenial group sitting there that summer afternoon—Madame Ratignolle sewing away, often stopping to relate a story or incident with much expressive gesture of her perfect hands; Robert and Mrs. Pontellier sitting idle, exchanging occasional words, glances or smiles which indicated a certain advanced stage of intimacy and camaraderie.

He had lived in her shadow during the past month. No one thought anything of it. Many had predicted that Robert would devote himself to Mrs. Pontellier when he arrived. Since the age of fifteen, which was eleven years before, Robert each summer at Grand Isle had constituted himself the devoted attendant of some fair dame or damsel. Sometimes it was a young girl, again a widow; but as often as not it was some interesting married woman. Continue reading

The Great Ideas Today (1963), Biology and Medicine bibliography

The 1963 Biological Sciences and Medicine article was written by Leonard Engel and Kenneth Brodney. Here’s the bibliography:

Author(s) Title Publication details
Bernard, Claude An Introduction to the Study of Experimental Medicine New York: The Macmillan Co, 1927
Olmsted, J.M.D. Claude Bernard, Physiologist New York: Harper & Brothers, 1938
Olmsted, J.M.D. and Olmsted, E.H. Claude Bernard and the Experimental Method in Medicine New York: Henry Schuman, Inc., 1952
Virtanen, Reino Claude Bernard and His Place in the History of Ideas Lincoln, Nebraska: University of Nebraska Press, 1960
Anderson, Oscar E., Jr. The Health of a Nation Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1958
Coon, Carleton S. The Origin of Races New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1962
Dobzhansky, Theodosius G. Mankind Evolving New Haven: Yale University Press, 1962
Mayr, Ernst Animal Species and Evolution Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1962
Medawar, Peter B. The Uniqueness of the Individual New York: Basic Books, 1958
Merrill, John P. “The Transplantation of the Kidney.” In The Scientific American October, 1959
Oakley, Kenneth P. Man, the Toolmaker Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1957
Taussig, Helen B. “The Thalidomide Syndrome.” In The Scientific American Aug-62
Young, James Harvey The Toadstool Millionaires Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 1961

The following interesting annotation was attached to the entry for Carleton Coon’s The Origin of Races:

This book has aroused wide controversy. It will be read for years because in it Dr. Coon presents a unique roundup of almost all the important finds in early man, from the discovery of Neanderthal Man and Java Man in the nineteenth century to the most recent finds at Olduvai Gorge. Alone among contemporary anthopologists, Dr. Coon has visited a majority of the sites and personally examined most of the bones he talks about. However, he uses his information and talents to construct a curious theory of racial origins. According to this theory, the main races of man became distinct and separated long before man reached the Homo sapiens stage, and crossed the boundary to the sapiens state individually– whites first, Negroes much later. Aside from the fact that his book is being exploited by white supremacists, his theory has been condemned as bad genetics and biology by anthropologists, biologists, and geneticists alike.  [emphasis mine].

The Awakening, Chapter IV

It would have been a difficult matter for Mr. Pontellier to define to his own satisfaction or any one else’s wherein his wife failed in her duty toward their children. It was something which he felt rather than perceived, and he never voiced the feeling without subsequent regret and ample atonement.

If one of the little Pontellier boys took a tumble whilst at play, he was not apt to rush crying to his mother’s arms for comfort; he would more likely pick himself up, wipe the water out of his eyes and the sand out of his mouth, and go on playing. Tots as they were, they pulled together and stood their ground in childish battles with doubled fists and uplifted voices, which usually prevailed against the other mother-tots. The quadroon nurse was looked upon as a huge encumbrance, only good to button up waists and panties and to brush and part hair; since it seemed to be a law of society that hair must be parted and brushed. Continue reading

The Awakening, Chapter III

It was eleven o’clock that night when Mr. Pontellier returned from Klein’s hotel. He was in an excellent humor, in high spirits, and very talkative. His entrance awoke his wife, who was in bed and fast asleep when he came in. He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the day. From his trousers pockets he took a fistful of crumpled bank notes and a good deal of silver coin, which he piled on the bureau indiscriminately with keys, knife, handkerchief, and whatever else happened to be in his pockets. She was overcome with sleep, and answered him with little half utterances.

He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, evinced so little interest in things which concerned him, and valued so little his conversation. Continue reading