Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower, but when you have a house like Hill House with a tower and a turret, gossip would hardly allow you to hang yourself anywhere else.
Shirley JacksonRead
Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the solitude and eerie atmosphere of Hill House, suggesting a deeper commentary on isolation and the human experience.
This quote from Shirley Jackson's 'The Haunting of Hill House' conveys a haunting yet peaceful image of a house that stands firm and silent, embodying a sense of isolation. The detailed description of its structure serves as a metaphor for emotional and psychological barriers, hinting at the idea that even in well-constructed environments, the feeling of being alone can persist, and whatever resides within may be lonely and restless.
In practice
As an introduction to a discussion about isolation in literature.
Gossip says she hanged herself from the turret on the tower, but when you have a house like Hill House with a tower and a turret, gossip would hardly allow you to hang yourself anywhere else.
It watches," he added suddenly. "The house. It watches every move you make.
There had not been this many words sounded in our house for a long time, and it was going to take a while to clean them out.
I can't help it when people are frightened," says Merricat. "I always want to frighten them more.
I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.
We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.
The last change in our point of view gives the whole world a pictorial air.
The spiritual journey is one of continuous learning and purification. When you know this, you become humble.
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Try as they may to savor the taste of eternity, their thoughts still twist and turn upon the ebb and flow of things in past and future time. But if only their minds could be seized and held steady, they would be still for a while and, for that short moment, they would glimse the splendor of eternity, which is forever still.
I have made myself what I am. And I would that I could make the red people as great as the conceptions of my own mind, when I think of the Great Spirit that rules over us all.
When I view all beings not as special creations, but as the lineal descendants of some few beings which lived long before the first bed of the Cambrian system was deposited, they seem to me to become ennobled.
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