It was a long night for him, thinking about the directions his life could have gone had he decided to pursue professing over coming back to the Happy Valley (a sort of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf situation). Vivie, slightly larger after giving birth to the future heirs of the Happy Valley, is watching the sunrise from her balcony one morning while holding a glass of wine (it has already been a long day for her) and thinking to herself, did I make the right decision, as she does every morning, but at the end of this, the scene ends and, like the unsatisfying ending of both Shaw’s and Johnson’s pieces, the reader is left to figure and react what might occur after the curtain closes, whether it is disappointment, enjoyment, catharsis, or any other emotion under the rising sun that ended their viewing
It was a long night for him, thinking about the directions his life could have gone had he decided to pursue professing over coming back to the Happy Valley (a sort of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf situation). Vivie, slightly larger after giving birth to the future heirs of the Happy Valley, is watching the sunrise from her balcony one morning while holding a glass of wine (it has already been a long day for her) and thinking to herself, did I make the right decision, as she does every morning, but at the end of this, the scene ends and, like the unsatisfying ending of both Shaw’s and Johnson’s pieces, the reader is left to figure and react what might occur after the curtain closes, whether it is disappointment, enjoyment, catharsis, or any other emotion under the rising sun that ended their viewing