<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525483921589211836</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:13:12.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories from Interpreter of Maladies</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of short stories from writer Jhumpa Lahiri.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpreterofmaladiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5525483921589211836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpreterofmaladiesstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren Bates</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8maZbtUJFA/SW_pHCN9mTI/AAAAAAAAADk/Qw5jbBfYPQI/S220/Europe+106.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525483921589211836.post-723994762319180492</id><published>2008-04-11T16:54:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:38:59.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Interpreter of Maladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stories by Jhumpa Lahiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This page was created by Lauren Bates and Gabi Romanoski, WGS 201 students at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Vanderbilt&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"When Mr. Pirzada Came to Dine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; it was with the family of a young Indian girl named Lilia. During dinner they watched TV in order to keep Mr. Pirzada updated on the events surrounding the &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indo-Pakistani_War_of_1971"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;Indo-Pakistani War of 1971&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He was a Bengali man who had recently left his family in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to study in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Boston&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for a year. Once Lilia learns the significant difference between the labels of Indian versus Bengali, she begins to understand that her “safe” American lifestyle may be preventing her from learning about her own culture (see &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Partition_of_India"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;Partition of India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; As her relationship further develops with Mr. Pirzada, she shows compassion despite her age and chooses pray for the safety of his family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“At six-thirty…the national news began…Usually I occupied myself with a book, but that night my father insisted that I pay attention. On the screen I saw tanks rolling through dusty streets, and fallen buildings, and forests of unfamiliar trees into which East Pakistani refugees had fled, seeking safety over the Indian border…a barricaded university, newspaper offices burnt to the ground.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – Lilia, (31)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thoughts in relation to today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My own lack of knowledge of the historical events mentioned in this story shocked me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In my 14 years of education I had never heard them mentioned until now, and I found it difficult to find information online. Do you think that as a society we too slow to educate ourselves about world events? Are we uninterested and ill-informed until a situation becomes a crisis?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I think with so much happening in the world it is easy for people to get soaked-up in their own lives. In general, we worry about our own well-being and that of our loved-ones before helping complete strangers. While this is a natural, animalistic approach to survival, it can unfortunately cause us to be ignorant or disinterested in issues that do not directly affect us but need our attention. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do we shelter American children in a way that keeps them unaware of events taking place in other countries?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I think that we severely underestimate the intellectual capacity of children. We often assume that kids are simply “too young” to comprehend war, heartbreak, suffering, and death, when in actuality kids are experiencing these concepts on a daily basis in other parts of the world. One example of this in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is that we attempt to protect children from such issues by screening what they watch on TV. Instead of sitting down and explaining them in a “kid-friendly” manner, parents let their kids learn about such world dilemmas from high school teachers and movies. My view is that if a child can understand happiness when she opens her birthday presents, she can understand suffering. I am not suggesting that we show children gruesome images and videos, but I think simplified explanations of world events would not be harmful, and maybe even beneficial to them later in life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In what ways do we rely on maps to create characterizations of the types of people that live within their lines and color-coded regions?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I believe maps guide our perceptions of people. When we learn that someone is from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the first image that pops into our heads is the image of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on a map. Maps help us classify and ultimately segregate people. In many ways I think this is a negative result because it instills stereotypes by lumping large groups of people together. For instance, the stereotype that everyone from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is a snotty, American-hating individual is obviously an exaggerated and unfair categorization. However, despite such unfair labels, I think it is human nature to categorize things and maps seem to be an efficient way to categorize people. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"The Third and Final Continent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;signifies a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 39-year-old Indian man’s move to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in 1969 after previously living in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North America&lt;/st1:place&gt; becomes our unnamed protagonist’s “third and final” home. Here he takes a job at MIT after his arranged marriage to a woman named Mala. Before Mala arrives, he moves into the house of 103-year-old woman named Mrs. Croft. By the end of the story, it is apparent that he and Mrs. Croft have developed a fondness for one another despite their differences in age, culture, and gender. This gradual development of his relationship with Mrs. Croft parallels his adjustment to his own arranged marriage and growing bond with his wife Mala.&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“While the astronauts, heroes forever, spent mere hours on the moon, I have remained in this new world for nearly thirty years.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – Unnamed protagonist (198)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thoughts in relation to today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In this story I am intrigued by the idea of an arranged marriage in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; being so quickly transplanted into American society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What are your perceptions of arranged marriages? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I think the American population perceives arranged marriages as loveless and marked by unhappiness. Ironically, according to a report done by the CNHS the divorce rate in 2005 was 54.8% in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and a mere 1.1% in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These statistics suggest that arranged marriages may not be such a bad idea after all. Personally, I think the idea of starting a marriage as friends and developing a loving relationship seems like a more secure way to happiness than marrying someone because of intense passion that may die out later on. However, I do not think I would ever agree to have my marriage arranged for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do Americans really not take part in arranged marriages, or are there “Americanized” forms of arranged marriages that simply do not carry the negative title of “arranged”?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I believe that any of the dating websites, such as Match.com or eHarmony, can be seen as an “American-form” of arranged marriages. These companies use a person’s listed interests to match them with potential partners in a manner similar to arranged marriages. The traditional arranged marriage involves a person’s family choosing his partner for him. In my experience, I would probably trust my parents’ judgment over the judgment of a computer while allowing them to choosing a potential spouse for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;
&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“When Mr. Pirzada Came to Dine” &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; “The Third and Final Continent”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;are two stories in which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lahiri chooses to focus on unlikely relationships between characters in these two stories. She shows that people can form positive friendships with anyone despite their respective culture, gender, age, education, or beliefs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Works Cited&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;"Images of Partition of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;." &lt;u&gt;Library Research Guide for English 170.01&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Cornell&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Library. 9 Apr. 2008 &lt;http: edu="" olinuris="" ref="" html=""&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Lahiri, Jhumpa. &lt;u&gt;Interpreter of Maladies: Stories&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1999. 23-42, 173-198.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Mazumdar, Tulip. "Honour crimes 'widely under-estimated.'" &lt;u&gt;BBC Newsbeat&lt;/u&gt; 4 Feb. 2008. 14 Apr. 2008 &lt;http: uk="" newsbeat="" hi="" health="" newsid_7226000="" stm=""&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The 1971 India-Pakistan War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;. 2003. 8 Apr. 2008 http://www.freeindia.org/1971war/&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5525483921589211836-723994762319180492?l=interpreterofmaladiesstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interpreterofmaladiesstories.blogspot.com/feeds/723994762319180492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5525483921589211836&amp;postID=723994762319180492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5525483921589211836/posts/default/723994762319180492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5525483921589211836/posts/default/723994762319180492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interpreterofmaladiesstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Bates</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8maZbtUJFA/SW_pHCN9mTI/AAAAAAAAADk/Qw5jbBfYPQI/S220/Europe+106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5525483921589211836.post-4359007439351142635</id><published>2008-04-10T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:41:00.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Midnight Soldiers"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Key Quotes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Tony could never repay his debts; in the end it always fell on Matilda. He did not even give her money for rice. He told her he was returning the money his father had borrowed from another moneylender, not Salim. The year of her marriage, his net had been destroyed by a trawler at sea and she had given him her gold bangle to buy another. Now they no longer spoke about their debts. His drunken brawls with moneylenders had become a daily storm that she had learned to live with.”&lt;/span&gt; 161-162&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;To me, this seems like the type of situation that many women sometimes find themselves in, when they are trapped into a relationship with an unreliable mooch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;As an outsider, it is easy to look at the situation and criticize the woman for putting up with someone who doesn’t deserve her and takes advantage of her reliability, but being in that situation would probably give one an entirely different perspective.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The fumes of arrack were as thick as a while distillery smashed to smithereens on one man’s soul.” &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;164&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;This description of the odor that bombards Matilda when she returns to her home and finds her husband passed out further illustrates how unreliable Tony really is. Not surprisingly, they begin fighting shortly after this. Personally, this is not the way I would want to be greeted by my husband after working all day to support him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“When at last he was able to stand up they stared at each other with the sharp white electric flare of ritualized hatred.” &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;165&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Their relationship is based off of their fights that they constantly have. It is so troubled that the onset of fights between them is referred to as ritualized because it happens so frequently.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The long line of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" hour="0" minute="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; soldiers stood transfixed. Where would they burn this fire that always burnt them?”&lt;/span&gt; 172&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The women were all alone in the night and all they had was each other. They had to continue on with their lives despite how horrible and terrible things would get and they needed to remember that no matter what happened, they would be there for one another. 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