Othello Essay, Research Paper

Ivonne Jimenez

Whum 101

Spring 2000

Dear Beloved,

Hopefully if this letter ever reaches your precious hands all is well and I have the pleasure of having you in my arms again. As for me I wish I can say all is well. For over 19 years I have prayed and wished on your return to Ithaca. Right now it is almost midnight as I write this words for you, and I’m not feeling complete in everyway without you here. My fear has turn into your non-existence and the hope of your return has kept me in suspense. The anticipation of your return among others has turned to as being deceased. I still sit with the anguish of hoping that one day I will turn around and the door will open and the wind is blowing and your presence flows thru the door. Then into my arms you will fall like a spirit that has been called. It has been lonely in our bedroom without your manly scent. As I roll on to your side of the bed it feels

cold beneath my skin. It makes me reminisce on the way our body intertwined as one. To your amazement you would be glad to know that I have not remarried. Our

promise still stands as stated before that until our son, Telemachus twentieth birthday, if you have not returned I must find a suitor to sit as your replacement on your threshold. Our son has grown to be strong and as bold as you would want him to be. More and more each day he reminds me of you and your strong character. His features resemble you in everyway and his eyes tell stories like you once did. Telemachus went aboard a journey in search of your whereabouts. To our dismay he returned as empty as he departed. To my acknowledgement I came to know that he left without my consent. This action left me in great depression fearing once again that I had lost another important man in my life. Thanks to the gods he did return unharmed. But to my intrigue ness I still wish to know who gave our son the courage or idea of searching for you without my knowledge. That now matters none for the deed is done and the results were the same. At one point I figured your importance to our son would fade like your presence, but his demeanor has shown me otherwise. He

makes sure that your name is still respected, and that your kingdom can still one day be ruled by you. His courage has reinforced my hopes that one day you will return.

To this day I still wish that I was able to see you and feel you. You r presence was so imperative to our kingdom, which to me has fallen to shambles. It has been so hard for a women and a young man to run such a well known kingdom. Such fools and idiotic are the men who reside in your kingdom. Which brings me to the acknowledgment of the many suitors on your property. Their behavior is so atrocious, the riots and ruckus they make all over the house, it sure shows how immature they are. Their presentation as suitors shows such ignorance it fears me to imagine how they can act as kings running a kingdom. They behave as if your bounty and provisions are for all to bear without any care they fail to remember there are others trying to live off this bounty. The animals and wines are used all the time as if a feast is constant. They are always rude to those who serve them and acknowledge me as any whore with many gifts to offer. If they only knew that if you were here their actions would not be

tolerated. They refuse to return to their homes until I choose one as next king. It is a constant brawl and rage over who is best and who can provide more. The house is in

total chaos, and your son prefers for his father to have been dead rather then alive while others have off with your bounty and joke of your kingship. None of these men ever acted as so you are deceased nor have enough respect to have mourned you. They rather act as if you never exsisted and try to take your thrown. They are eating up our house and home in hopes of courting me who till this day have not pronounced my means of marriage to any man in Ithaca. I soley hope and pray that when that day comes to pass your presence is ever so prevalent and I will no longer have to avoid their boyish acts. I so wish to bring theses matters to an end and they will all return to their homes and let us regain ours. They are making havoc of our estate and next thing I will know it will no longer be on our home but on all who reside in it. Oh Ulysses when shall you return 19years of this anguish that I can no longer bear. Life is so incomplete without you and my importance is not even considered. Since your

departure, all the lives of all those living in Ithaca have so been lost, the stories of your ventures and returns still pronounce out of their mouths and how they all hope you will

return from you last expenditure. Even some I might say still doubt your well being and your exsistence. I never knew that I the daughter of Icarius would fall to losing my

husband and having to marry any suitor. This I prefer for it is known that when a daughter is to be married she must return home and her father is the one to choose her proper husband. Beloved, I have prolonged this process for far to long and my suitors are getting restless. Our son no longer tolerates their rudeness and I am afraid that one day I will find him killed. The suitors do not suit to our son very well for he is stubborn in his ways just as you. Which I am ever so confident in him for without our son and his inspiration on me I would never know where I would be or who I would be without Telemachus. Until the day I feel your tender lips and warming arms will I ever be sane again. My love without you I am a kingdom with no king, like a world with no god, and a sunflower with no sun. How I have lived so long with out 0you I have no clue but my aspirations of holding you again has my heart racing. Until then

my beloved when I can no longer write such words but express them all over your body with sweet tender kisses.

With all my love your wife,