Money and Happiness:Neither in de Maupassants The Necklace, nor in Ibsens A Dolls House, did money bring happiness to people. Even less can it be said about Dostoevskys Crime and Punishment.

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Mikhailov Ian Mikhailov Professor Fischer English 102 29 September, 2008 Money and Happiness: A Philosophical View Through Works of Literature.         People do love money. Wealth, in the eyes of the great majority, is the most direct and understandable measure of success. As success in life appears to most, it is closely related to one’s feeling of happiness; the common tendency is to measure happiness in terms of financial success. But is it justified? Does money really bring happiness? Although everyone may have their own point of view, this essay will make an attempt to look at this subject as it is developed in the works of literature. While it may not give a clear answer, artistic interpretation provides a great opportunity for investigation and conclusions on the subject. Henrik Ibsen’s A Doll’s House and Guy de Maupassant’s The Necklace both approach the subject from a different angle. Another angle can be seen in Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment.         Some people love money because they do not have it. In Guy de Maupassant’s The Necklace, Mathilde “had no dresses, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but that, “she felt made for that” (de Maupassant 130). The craving for money, or at least for the appearance of its possession, led Mathilde to borrow an expensive necklace from a wealthy friend to show it at the ball given by the Minister of Public Instruction. She was a great success and became the lady of the evening in her fancy dress and necklace, but there was a price she had to pay. Because Mathilde had lost the necklace, she had to replace it, at the cost that brought her family’s
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budget to ruin. It took years of hard work for Mathilde and her husband to finally be able to repay the debts: “She came to know what heavy housework meant and the odious cares of the kitchen. She washed the dishes, using her rosy nails on the greasy pots and pans. She washed the dirty linen, the shirts, and the dishcloths, which she dried upon line; she carried the slops down the street every morning, and carried up the water, stopping for breath at every landing. And, dressed like the woman of the people, she went to the fruiter, the ...

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