it's mentally violent, which is different from his usual physical violence.
A romance with inner turmoil of its protagonist between conformity and emancipation. What is real and what is fake? To what extent would we give up our reputation, family, fortune for love? or is it lust?
"Newland Archer: You gave me a glimpse of a real life. Then you asked me to go on with a false one. No one can endure that.
Countess Olenska: I am enduring it."
"No one could ever be jealous of May's triumphs. She managed to give the feeling that she would have been just as serene as without them. But what if all her calm, her niceness, were just a negation, a curtain dropped in front of an emptiness? Archer felt he had never yet lifted that curtain."
"He could feel her dropping back to inexpressive girlishness. Her conscience had been eased of its burden. It was wonderful, he thought, how such depths of feeling could co-exist with such an absense of imagination."
Edith Wharton's words are fascinating, subtle and inspiring.
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