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King Lear Storm Imagery
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QUESTIONS
THESIS
Storm imagery demonstrates the loss of power that Lear once possessed as well as his sanity. It displays Lear’s realization for the meaning of mortality and humanity.
1. Did the storm help you relate/feel pity for Lear?
2.Do you think that had there not been a physical storm, Lear would have gone more or less insane? Why?
3.Other than Lear’s madness, is there anything else that you can say the storm represents?
4.How else is nature involved throughout the play?
5. Was the storm a good thing? Was it worth all the chaos?
King Lear Storm Imagery
CONCLUSION
“Contending with the fretful elements.
Bids the winds blow the earth into the sea
Or swell the curlèd water 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease. Tears his white hair,
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury and make nothing of.
Strives in his little world of man to outscorn
The to-and-fro–conflicting wind and rain.
This night—wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,
The lion and the belly-pinchèd wolf
Keep their fur dry—unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.” - Gentleman (3.1.4-15)
-Because of the storm, Lear is able to open his eyes and see what has happened to him while he is descending into madness. Though him losing his sanity leads to his death, it also allows him to be the wisest and most insightful he’s ever been.
"Blow, winds! Blow until your cheeks crack! Rage on, blow! Let tornadoes spew water until the steeples of our churches and the weathervanes are all drowned. Let quick sulfurous lightning, strong enough to split enormous trees, singe the white hair on my head. Let thunder flatten the spherical world, crack open all the molds from which nature forms human beings, and spill all the seeds from which ungrateful humans grow!" (3.2.1-9)
“Alak, ‘tis he! why, he was met even now
As mas as the vex’d sea; singing aloud;
Crown’d with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds,
With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn. A century send forth;
Search every acre in the high-grown field,
And bring him to our eye.” (4.4.1-8)
“Thou think’st ‘tis much that this contentious storm/ Invades us to the skin. So ‘tis to thee; /But where the greater malady is fixed, the lesser is scarce felt” (3.4.6-9)
"When the mind's free,/The body's delicate. This tempest in my mind/Doth from my senses take all feeling else/ Save what beats there. Filial Ingratitude!" (3.4.11-14)
“This tempest will not give me leave to ponder
On things would hurt me more.” (3.4.24)
“Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Did challenge pity of them. Was this a face
To be oppos’d against the warring winds?
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick, cross lightning?” (4.7.30)
"The sea, with such a storm
As his bare head in hell-black night endur'd,/Would have buoy'd up, and quench'd the stelled fires;/Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain." (3.7.55-59)