I hope that the next time you’re happy, you won’t get so low when it’s gone. I hope you find something that heals your soul. I hope you trust the universe that it has a plan for your next smile. Because it does. You’ll see.
As amusing as this story is, Atwood brings up one of the main points of the book.
As hideously oppressed as the women are, most of the men don’t seem to have done too well either. Priests, gay men, doctors, Jewish men, Muslim men…etc all get killed without a second thought. Per the book, lower class men aren’t even allowed to *talk* to most women or be around them more than strictly necessarily.
Look at the TV show: Nick was forced into a marriage with a 15 year old that he clearly found gross. And Isaac suffered the exact same horrible death Eden did i.e. horribly drowned simply for falling in love.
In popular culture it’s mainly ‘Look how badly off the women are!’ Which is not to be ignored.
But there is more depth to it than that. Everyone’s gotten screwed.
Music makes us want to live. You don’t know how many times people have told me that they’d been down and depressed and just wanted to die. But then a special song caught their ear and that helped give them renewed strength. That’s the power music has.
🌾 Studying with a view. – Needed a quiet break in between classes and I found this beautiful place in our institute. Managed to finish a long text on political theory as well as - gasp - learn some new medieval vocabulary. Oh, who would’ve thought?
It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty.