Dear John Proctor,
I
want to be upset with you, but I cannot. You have brought me so much joy and so
much sorrow. I need to be with you, for you are who I belong with. Thus, I must
tell you something of great importance in hopes that you will be happy with
such, seeing as it will allow us to exist hand in hand. With all my trust in you,
I speak true events. When dancing in the forest I drank the blood of the bird as
a charm to bring about your wife’s death. While I regret doing so, given that the
event created a large issue within the town, I don’t regret my efforts and my
reason for such actions. I believe that we are meant to be, and I want nothing
more than to be in Elizabeth Proctor’s place. However, following our moments of
converse the other day, I feel as though the feeling may no longer be mutual.
Therefore, I am writing you this letter in hopes that it may change your mind,
seeing as I believe the only thing holding you back is that wife of yours. For
when we spoke, I got the sense that she is the only thing in the way of us. The
other day, you spoke my name saying, “Abby, I may think of you softly from time
to time” (Miller 1.450-51), leading me to think that thoughts of us remain. In
following your words, I told you “I marvel how such a strong man may let such a
sickly wife be” (1.456-57) and the discussion
soon became that of your wife, stressing the limits she outs upon your life. On that account, I hope to see you again so, in
times in which I may run into your arms, feeling relieved of the stress that
your wife and this town puts upon both of us. Yet before I go, I must ask you
to say nothing to any other individual of this town and beyond, until such has occurred
allowing us to exist together. For you are my bright light that I will continue
to reach for every day, no matter how far I must travel and how much I must
move.
With all my love,
Abigail Williams
In writing this letter, I
came to realize I should not send it. For I cannot risk, the possibility of
losing all who I know. No matter how much I that dear man, John Proctor, I must
choose life over love in these moments, living in such a strict town at my
young age. However, I hope that one day I may send this letter, and all will be
far beyond well between us. For I hope we have become one by that time and that
I may show you this as a mere memory.
I love your interpretation on the affair between Abigail and John Proctor. Do you believe that this is how Abigail truly feels or that she is just putting on somewhat of a show to elucidate her innocence? I feel that this is similar to our discussion where her emotions and feelings toward Proctor have become so strong, or she portrays these emotions, because she is living through fear.
ReplyDeleteIn response to both you and Libby's comments, I would have to admit that when writing this I thought little about Abigail's possible motive of for wanting being her fear of much of society. However, with consideration of such, I believe Abigail's strong feeling towards John Proctor were genuine to an extent, at which her young age took an effect. Thanks for your extended thoughts!
DeleteThis was such a creative angle to take on this! I really like that you chose to take the perspective of one of the characters in the play. Do you think that Abigail's feelings for Proctor are genuine or misguided by lust and young age?
ReplyDeleteThank you for the reflection upon other ideas, I would never have though about the effect her young age would have on such an instance!
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