Young Love In Araby

The Disappointment of Young Love First love can make one see themselves in a different light. Either they can see all things beautiful or they’re seeing things black and white. A boy from Ireland, whose coming of age is infatuated with a girl. To captivate her, he wants to bring her back a present from a bazaar she wanted to attend. In “Araby” by James Joyce the protagonist learns through the experience of true love about the disappointments in life. The narrator starts the story off by describing the main character’s neighborhood/living situation. James Joyce describes the setting on North Richmond Street, it 's said to be “blind” with a two-story house, the other houses "gazed at one another with brown imperturbable faces"(88). The neighborhood

“The syllables of the word Araby were called to me through the silence in which my soul luxuriated and cast an Eastern enchantment over me” (87). The main reason the narrator had taken an interest in going to the bazaar was when he and the girl he liked spoke “She asked me was I going to the Araby. I forgot whether I answered yes or no. It would be a splendid bazaar, she said she would love to go”(87). The young girl couldn’t attend the bazaar and the young boy thought it would be a nice gesture to get her something. Not only get her something to cheer her up about missing the bazaar, but also to win her heart. “If I go,” I said, “I will bring you

“I held a florin tightly in my hand as I strode down Buckingham Street towards the station...I took my seat in a third-class carriage on a deserted train”(88). The florin is a silver coin worth two shillings and he rode third-class which indicates his status. “The sight of the streets thronged with buyers and glaring with gas recalled me to the purpose of my journey.” Which he was getting the present for his crush. When he got there nearly all the stalls were closed and it was mostly dark. He went to look for the present an “English woman” if he wanted to buy anything from her stall, but he couldn’t afford what she was selling. That’s when realism took part in his journey, “I looked humbly at the great jars that stood like eastern guards at either side of the entrance to the stall and murmured: “No, thank you.”(89). He acted calmly and still acted interested, just so he wouldn’t seem more foolish. “I lingered before her stall, though I knew my stay was useless, to make my interest in her wares seem more