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“Edna felt depressed rather than soothed after leaving them. The little glimpse of domestic harmony which had been offered her, gave her no regret, no longing. It was not a condition of life which fitted her, and she could see in it but an apalling and hopeless ennui. She was moved by a kind of commiseration for Madame Ratignolle, - a pity for that colorless existence which never uplifted its possessor beyond the region of blind contentment, in which no moment of anguish ever visited her soul, in which she would never have the taste of life's delirium. Edna vaguely wondered what she meant by "life's delirium." It had crossed her thought like some unsought, extraneous impression.”

Quote by Kate Chopin

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The Awakening

This novel delves into the transformative journey of a protagonist as they navigate the complexities of their own identity and the expectations of their society. more

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Kate Chopin
Kate Chopin

Kate Chopin was an American author known for her short stories and novels, particularly her novel 'The Awakening'. Her writing style is often described as naturalistic, exploring themes of female liberation and gender roles. more

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Book:The End

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