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“Everyday people do everyday things/But I can't be one of them.”

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Alesso - Heroes (we could be) ft. Tove Lo

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•Creole religion tries to make Edna into a typical mother which she is not
•start with loss of identity
•dark and somber, almost like a fog being over the entire dance
•sharp rigid movement which leads to her finding herself, but make sure to nor make it cheesy
•start off dance by saying quotes
-as a class
-voiceover

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Edna searches for her purpose in life in order to validate her as a person to herself.

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Edna becomes independent in order to discover who she really is. (correlates with purpose)

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•the reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists
•have as one's intention or objective

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•free from outside control
•not influenced or affected by others
•not depending on another for livelihood or substance
•not connected with another person or each other

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Edna looked straight before her with a self-absorbed expression upon her face. She felt no interest in anything about her. The street, the children, the fruit vender, the flowers growing there under her eyes, were all part and parcel of an alien world which had suddenly become antagonistic. (18.5)

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Edna looked straight before her with a self-absorbed expression upon her face. She felt no interest in anything about her. The street, the children, the fruit vender, the flowers growing there under her eyes, were all part and parcel of an alien world which had suddenly become antagonistic. (18.5)

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Even as a child she had lived her own small life all within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life—that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions (7.1).

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In short, Mrs. Pontellier was not a mother-woman. The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels. (4.3)

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A feeling of exultation overtook her, as if some power of significant import had been given her to control the working of her body and her soul. She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before. (10. 7)

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In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. (6.3)

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Even as a child she had lived her own small life all within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life—that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions (7.1).