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Who is commenting that she must have swept the corners of her studio? 

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Who is commenting that she must have swept the corners of her studio? 

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what does it mean he doesn't understand when she says she's had a double mastectomy? 

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what does it mean he doesn't understand when she says she's had a double mastectomy? 

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why is the narrator so infatuated with the painter? 

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why is the narrator so infatuated with the painter? 

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I think that the pot reveals a message the artist is giving the composer; that she is using the pot to tell him to never "judge a book by its cover". This is ironic in the sense that he views her in a beautiful light only to be discouraged after she tells him of her mastectomy. The roses, in that way, can be a metaphor for his view of her and the dead bees signify the stupidity of his reaction (maybe his personal values too?)

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Isn't it interesting how they are working in a artist's colony, and bees also work in a colony?

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I believe the pot represents how the woman views the young composer, young and pretty on the outside like rose petals, but dead/bad on the inside like the bees

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I believe the pot represents how the woman views the young composer, young and pretty on the outside like rose petals, but dead/bad on the inside like the bees

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The roses represent his outside appearance and the dead bees represent his personality

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Does the colour blue symbolize anything?

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Does the colour blue symbolize anything?

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The color of bowl:blue represents her disappointment

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Very good orientation so probably literal 

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Very good orientation so probably literal 

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Are the roses/dead bees symbolic of anything? 

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Are the roses/dead bees symbolic of anything? 

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Why dead bees and why the roses? What is the point of the story? 

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Why dead bees and why the roses? What is the point of the story? 

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The rose petals could be the somewhat sweet exterior of the composer that the Japanese painter would "like to have", where as the dead bees could be the rough inside, as the composer was only focused on the looks of the Japanese painter. In addition, the bees could represent the "sting" of pain that the composer gave to the painter by essentially telling her he was only focused on her body.

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Is this a literal story or is the author figuratively speaking?

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Is this a literal story or is the author figuratively speaking?

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"A Story about the Body" By Robert Haas                                                                               The young composer, working that summer at an artist’s colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter, almost sixty, and he thought he was in love with her. He loved her work, and her work was like the way she moved her body, used her hands, looked at him directly when she mused and considered answers to his questions. One night, walking back from a concert, they came to her door and she turned to him and said, “I think you would like to have me. I would like that too, but I must tell you that I have had a double mastectomy,” and when he didn’t understand, “I’ve lost both my breasts.” The radiance that he had carried around in his belly and chest cavity--like music--withered quickly, and he made himself look at her when he said, “I’m sorry I don’t think I could.” He walked back to his own cabin through the pines, and in the morning he found a small blue bowl on the porch outside his door. It looked to be full of rose petals, but he found when he picked it up that the rose petals were on top; the rest of the bowl--she must have swept the corners of her studio--was full of dead bees.

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"A Story about the Body" By Robert Haas                                                                               The young composer, working that summer at an artist’s colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter, almost sixty, and he thought he was in love with her. He loved her work, and her work was like the way she moved her body, used her hands, looked at him directly when she mused and considered answers to his questions. One night, walking back from a concert, they came to her door and she turned to him and said, “I think you would like to have me. I would like that too, but I must tell you that I have had a double mastectomy,” and when he didn’t understand, “I’ve lost both my breasts.” The radiance that he had carried around in his belly and chest cavity--like music--withered quickly, and he made himself look at her when he said, “I’m sorry I don’t think I could.” He walked back to his own cabin through the pines, and in the morning he found a small blue bowl on the porch outside his door. It looked to be full of rose petals, but he found when he picked it up that the rose petals were on top; the rest of the bowl--she must have swept the corners of her studio--was full of dead bees.