” ‘Gabriel!’ cried she aloud with tremulous voice; but no answer came from the graves of the dead, nor the gloomier graves of the living.”
This is where we left off, and it makes an interesting point. She is obviously Evangeline, and Gabriel, her lover whom we saw pass away in the last quote, is … well… passed on. But one part strikes me.
” but no answer came from the graves of the dead, nor the gloomier graves of the living.”
The gloomier graves of the living. Why are the graves of the living gloomier? What is a grave for a living man? Well, when (and sorry for those who don’t care) we hurt someone, or harm, or even say an evil word or share our dejected attitude, we spread gloominess. We can take away a person’s joy. So, if this is gloominess, we can assume that when you make someone upset, you burry them (to speak) in a gloomy grave of the living, right? WRONG! TOTALLY WRONG! We spread our gloominess to other people, but they don’t get buried, we do. We do. The people that DO the harm, ultimately GET harmed.
On that happy note,
Bye Bye! (Part the second later today!!!)