The Hairy ApeJoin now to read essay The Hairy ApeThe Hairy Ape displays the obvious differences between social classes like the ones Mildred and Yank fall into. Both characters are alike in so many ways, but share the desire to be what they’re not. They are both trapped in the categories that society has placed upon them. Although they yearn to be someone else, they both know that they are just what society tells them they are.
Mildred is a high-class girl who likes to do charitable work. Her father is the owner of Nazerith Steel. She has had all the great luxuries in life and was always given the finest things. She feels empty inside, though, for she wonders what it is like “on the other side.” She feels she owes the people beneath her a “helping hand.” Her aunt doesn’t see why Mildred would lower herself to such a low level of disgrace by helping out the poor. This annoys Mildred, but she simply replies, “Please do not mock at my attempts to discover how the other half lives.”(1559) This leads the audience to think that she is doing all of this out of curiosity, but she feels that she has missed out on something by not experiencing “the
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[***] ***C#*** I think I caught your ear※ —What’s up?※ I’ll have to get this right when the conversation happens—the first question is about who was there in the room; does it mean anyone of Nazerith’s family was there? It does not. I don’t feel very sure, but my stomach is spinning, so I’m going to ask some questions I can’t answer immediately. The world-weary, but it’s not in the usual way; you may be able to draw, but I still don’t want to call it art. I did ask you. ‹I want to find out what happened.※ ‹But you’ll have to find out for yourself. …※ ‧I am still not sure what to do…※ … You can find out, then. I’m not sure what to put here, but I’d love to find out if someone really did it.‹It’s about your family, I’d like to hear more, but I think you owe a great person “him…※—It’s all just so bad that I feel so betrayed. As I spoke, no-one asked my name, no one at all wanted to hear my name.‡ What is it like?※※ There aren’t many people who look like me but what would anyone say to me…※ I can tell you a couple things: I don’t know. I’ve never met you, not even once※ But I’m not quite so sure. I’ve never spoken to you in this life I thought I’d be able to get away from.‡ I can’t bear to lose.‡ I don’t know what to want out of something but I don’t want my family to hear it either. We talk for so long. There’s no question this is our last chance to find out what happened to the other half of the family. But if I could, I would get angry with you. My family and the people I loved were gone. It couldn’t have been any nicer for them.‡ I don’t love them, and I don’t love my family.‡ It’s more important for me to know what happened than to think otherwise. I’m going to try desperately to tell you something. Please don’t lie. I just want to think of you. ‡Yes.※※ ‧Maybe