Posted on 10/24/2007 8:17:42 PM PDT by Mo1
LOL!
Floriduh: Better climateHot flat and ugly living, friendlier older, blue haired, leather looking people who hate and superior football the ongoing losses to Michigan.
Appropriately redacted.
I will not be online too much for awhile. My father is very ill and has been admitted to the hospital. I will be going to Tucson to see him tomorrow. I will keep you all informed as I am able to get online.
Hugs to you all! Yorkie
Sorry to hear about your father Yorkie. I hope everything turns out much better than you think. I will be looking forward to hearing more news after you see him in Tucson.
Hugs to you too yorkie.
As it is very quiet on DD at the moment, I will give below the episode from Dr. Faust to which this painting refers.
"This opera of Gounod follows, with reasonable fidelity, the Faust-Marguerite episode in the Goethe drama. Dr. Faust, the disillusioned old student, who has lived many years in the pursuit of knowledge, is introduced to us as baffled in his metaphysical investigation, weary of life, and longing to be released from it. He cries:
Naught do I see! Naught do I know!
Naught! Naught!
He mixes a draught of poison and is about to raise it to his lips, when he hears a company of laborers singing as they go to the fields
Praise ye the Lord! Bless ye our God!
The world is beautiful.
"But this God, what can he do for me?" shrieks the unhappy Faust and he falls back into his chair cursing wildly. With this invitation, Mephistopheles, the fiend, makes a spectacular appearance, clothed as a cavalier with a plume in his hat and a bright cloak over his shoulder. He offers to give Faust youth in exchange for his soul. The student has known life only in theory and the appeal is too strong to be overcome, while a vision of Marguerite at her spinning-wheel nerves his hesitating hand to sign the contract.
He sees the world in its new guise at Easter-tide and at the kermesse or village fair he meets Marguerite for the first time, as she is returning from church. She is a pure and innocent girl, whose brother, Valentine, a soldier, has departed for the wars, leaving her in the care of the youth Siebel and of old dame Martha. Mephistopheles encounters Valentine and Siebel at the fair and, confessing that he is a sorcerer, reads their hands. To Siebel he says, "Whatever flowers you would gather shall wither in your grasp. No more bouquets for Marguerite." To Valentine he says, "Take care, my brave fellow; some one I know is destined to kill you"
Into Marguerite's garden, Siebel comes and leaves a nosegay at her window but Mephistopheles soon appears and places there a casket of jewels to outshine it. The girl returns from church and sings at her spinning-wheel the quaint old folk-song "There was a king in Thule," while, in reality, she is dreaming of the handsome Faust, whose advances she rebuffed in the market-place. Suddenly she sees the jewels, and is delighted with them. Faust appears and the girl confides to him her loneliness, he assuring her eloquently of his love and devotion. A strange doubt fills her soul, however, but Faust dispels it with his endearments. To prove his love, she consults a daisy, saying as she pulls out the petals one by one, "He loves me; he loves me not." The flower says "yes" and Faust adds his rapturous avowal to its answer.
She falls a victim to Faust and, deserted, she cringes under the scorn of the world. When Valentine returns, he challenges his sister's betrayer and is slain, Mephistopheles guiding the sword in Faust's unwilling hand. The girl finds herself alone and forsaken, her former associates taunting her and even the church failing to console her, for Mephistopheles follows to mock her even at the altar. Finally, her grief drives her mad and she kills her child. The prison doors close on her and she waits for the executioner's axe."
now, that is a dark, unhappy tale.....
It is a dark unhappy painting. Not at all a place for a woman in my view.
Well, the world can often be a dark place...and wimmin are part of this dark world, are we not?
If that is the guard, he also looks as sad and reflective....
Yes you are - but to me in my old fashioned way you alway represent the good and beautiful in this world.
They are men and not used to seeing women in these situations. It bring sadness to us all.
But what about that old saying “hell hath no fury as.....” : )
I do think that is true....but is it because women are thought of to be the “weaker” sex; I don’t think women are weak, at all. So, if it’s not because we are “weaker,” then why the greater pity to see a woman shackled? Are not men and women equally human?
Here is a picture to dispel the gloom, one that is lighter in so many ways.
Of course you capable of fury - fury feeds upon perceived helplessness. But, “Finally, her grief drives her mad and she kills her child.” is a act of uncontrollable desperation. As such should be pitied not punished.
Very nice. : )
I honestly cannot imagine ever hurting my children...egads, that would be like killing myself.
Here you see the cooperation of the sexes.
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