文档介绍：NovelAnalysisALTHOUGHBerthaYoungwasthirtyshestillhadmomentslikethiswhenshewantedtoruninsteadofwalk,totakedancingstepsonandoffthepavement,tobowlahoop,tothrowsomethingupintheairandcatchitagain,ortostandstillandlaughat–nothing–atnothing,,turningthecornerofyourownstreet,e,suddenlybyafeelingofbliss–absolutebliss!–asthoughyou'dsuddenlyswallowedabrightpieceofthatlateafternoonsunanditburnedinyourbosom,sendingoutalittleshowerofsparksintoeveryparticle,intoeveryfingerandtoe?...Oh,istherenowayyoucanexpressitwithoutbeing"drunkanddisorderly"?ivilizationis!Whybegivenabodyifyouhavetokeepitshutupinacaselikearare,rarefiddle?"No,thataboutthefiddleisnotquitewhatImean,"shethought,runningupthestepsandfeelinginherbagforthekey–she'ottenit,asusual––andrattlingtheletter-box."It'snotwhatImean,because–Thankyou,Mary"––shewentintothehall."Isnurseback?""Yes,M'm.""e?""Yes,M''scome.""Bringthefruituptothedining-room,willyou?I'llarrangeitbeforeIgoupstairs."Itwasduskyinthedining-;shecouldnotbearthetightclaspofitanothermoment,––,andyetshebreatheddeeply,––butshedidlook,anditgaveherbackawoman,radiant,withsmiling,tremblinglips,withbig,darkeyesandanairoflistening,waitingforsomething...ohappen...thatsheknewmusthappen...,andabluedish,verylovely,withastrangesheenonitasthoughithadbeendippedinmilk."ShallIturnonthelight,M'm?""No,.",smoothassilk,-,thatdidsoundratherfar-fetchedandabsurd,:"Imusth