Lucy
Honeychurch, a young Englishwoman, makes her first visit to Florence, Italy in
the early 1900's. There, she meets a quiet yet eccentric young man named George
Emerson. Upon her return to England, Lucy must decide whether to follow through
with her marriage to her stoic fiancé, Cecil, or follow her heart and her
growing attraction to George.
A huge problem is the family
history which is interposed in the relationship for the difference in social
classes. We can see an example of this in the following quote: “There was a haze of disapproval in the air, but
whether the disapproval was of herself, or of Mr. Beebe, or of the fashionable
world at Windy Corner, or of the narrow world at Tunbridge Wells, she could not
determine. She tried to locate it, but as usual she blundered”. Because of this
difference Lucy does not follow her heart, I think she feels the pressure of
not disappoint her family.
Money is important to have a
family, for comfort, but if a person is happy with someone who has nothing to
offer, only love, they should follow their hearts and stay with that special
person, maybe when we are superficial we lost a lot more, and live an unhappy
life. There are people in life who have money and do not want to work, or care to
work. There are some others that may be poor and want to work and be successful
with determination, and for their social classes, they don’t give the
opportunity to this people to excel.
Times have changed; this
is a 1908 novel by English writer E. M. Forster, about a young woman in the repressed culture of Edardian era England. Very
few people actually care about what others who have such money, race, or
family, although there are still people with that kind of mentality. In my
opinion this is a wrong way of thinking and putting my happiness in others
people hands it’s really wrong. I Follow my dreams and do what I feel
comfortable of doing without caring what people have to say.
“…putting my happiness in others people hands it’s really wrong.” I totally agree!
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