Welcome to the blog for Prof. John Talbird's English 204 class. The purpose of this site is two-fold: 1) to continue the conversations we start in class (or to start conversations before we get to class) and 2) to practice our writing/reading on a weekly basis in an informal forum.
The image of the girl with her head bent is a representation of Pecola. This poem "The flowers of Evil" by Charles Baudelaire sums up emotionally her tribulations. LXXVIII - Spleen
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On the groaning spirit, victim of long ennui,
And the horizon embracing the whole circle
He pays us a black day sadder than the nights;
When the earth is changed into a damp dungeon,
Where Hope, like a bat,
Goes beating the walls of her timid wings
And bumping his head rotten ceilings;
When the rain spreading its immense trails
In a vast prison imitates the bars,
And a mute people of infamous spiders
Just tender its nets deep in our brains,
Bells suddenly jump furiously
And launch skyward a frightful yell,
And wandering spirits and homeless
That begin to whine persistently.
- And long hearses, without drums or music,
Scroll slowly in my soul; Hope,
Conquered, weeps and atrocious Anguish, despotic,
On my bowed skull plants her black flag.
The Flowers of Evil, Charles Baudelaire