One doesn't have to look beyond the  first line on the  first page of
            
 Kate Chopin's The Awakening to understand that art, music, beauty and
            
 poetry are about to come up hard against traditional values which are so
            
 firmly planted that nothing can move them.  But it is because of this very
            
 obvious crash of values that Edna Pontellier finds herself, and sets
            
 herself free from the mundane in the end, and in a highly symbolic and
            
       In the opening scene, Mr. Pontellier is annoyed by a bright and
            
 attractive parrot that says, over and over, "Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en!
            
       Simply, the bird opens the book by telling anyone listening to "move
            
 on." The one who apparently moves on is Mr. Pontellier, so he can continue
            
 reading his paper, a mundane and traditional activity.  Indeed, that noise
            
 and all the other noises in the resort area where he has taken his family
            
 bother him.  Clearly, Mr. Pontellier is moved only to anger by what a more
            
 poetic character would see as charming, exotic, and free.   But the
            
 instructions of the bird, which Pontellier avoids, might also be taken as
            
       Edna does move onâ€"by bumping into tradition embodied in her friend
            
 Madame Ratignolle and then into transcendence, assisted by her friend
            
       Madame Ratignolle is a traditionally lovely Victorian lady without
            
       Mademoiselle Reisz, on the other hand, is a very bohemian Victorian
            
 lady with extraordinary talent at the piano.
            
       Very shortly into the  first chapter, Chopin foreshadows the importance
            
 of art and artistic expression to Edna Pontellier.  On her return from the
            
 beach, where her suntan was dismissed as unseemly by her husband, Edna
            
 seems to begin her artistic quest.  Chopin writes, "She held up her hands,
            
 strong, shapely hands, and surveyed them critically, drawing up her fawn
            
       It is clear from the start that music, art, poetryâ€these are not the
            
 things of ...