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The Summer Solstice by Nick Joaquin Plot Summary Essay SampleThe last day of Tatarin is the same day as St John’s Day. The story is set on St John’s Day in the 1850s in the Philippines. Entoy tells Dona Lupeng that Amada has participated in the ritual. While they are onboard a carriage, Dona Lupeng talks about why Amada still believes in the ritual. The carriage comes to a halt and everyone watches a procession taking place. Dona Lupeng mocks the arrogance of the men taking part in the procession.

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When they arrive at a house Dona Lupeng discovers that Guido, Don Paeng’s cousin, had taken part in both the procession they have just witnessed and in the Tatarin ritual.Guido lifted Dona Lupeng’s skirt whilst she was looking for her children. Dona Lupeng then tells Don Paeng about the incident and tells him that Guido had even kissed her feet.

Don Paeng is disgusted that the woman has been shown adoration, as he feels that love and respect are more befitting. Dona Lupeng and Don Paeng go to witness the ritual and Dona Lupeng joins in with the ceremony.Once home, Dona Lupeng makes Don Paeng tell her that he adores her. He submits by kissing her feet.The Summer Solstice was classed as controversial because of the mix of Pagan ritual and Christian rites of passage. The story was later adapted into a play and this was itself adapted into a film.Read “SI Anabella” by Magdalena JalandoniThe short story “Si Anabella” by Magdalena Jalandoni book Corazon Villareal, Translating the Sugilanon (1994, 135-141). Attached Its originally a board makiniladyong short stories Jalandoni, titled Hinugpong of the Sugilanon 1936 – 1938. Also published translations of Filipino Villareal in revised antolohiyang edition of Philippine Literature: A History and Anthology (1997, 151-154) by Bienvenido Lumbera.

At first sight the story “Si Anabella,” we think to it has the formula of romantic stories prevalent at the time it was written, between the years 1936-1938. Melodramatikong plan begins to romance two different state of life, it would hinder the proud rich mother will test the loyalty of the lover, lifting the state of the poor in unexpected ways to finally They come together again, and succeed their unconditional support love. In summary outline of Villareal in the story, He added some details not mentioned in the story. For example, to dance the home of unmarried couples, and envied them all, who joined the moonlight and brightness of the star over a night.

Summer Solstice By Nick Joaquin

As she lifed her skirts to walk away, the young man, propping up his elbows, dragged himself forward on the ground and solemnly kissed the tips of her shoes. She stared down in sudden horror, transfixed— and he felt her violent shudder. She backed away slowly, still staring; then turned and fled toward the house.On the way home that evening Don Paeng noticed that his wife was in a mood. They were alone in the carriage: the children were staying overnight at their grandfather’s.

The heat had not subsided. It was heat without gradations: that knew no twilights and no dawns; that was still there, after the sun had set; that would be there already, before the sun had risen.“Has young Guido been annoying you?” asked Don Paeng.“Yes! All afternoon.”“These young men today— what a disgrace they are! I felt embarrassed as a man to see him following you about with those eyes of a whipped dog.”She glanced at him coldly. “And was that all you felt, Paeng? Embarrassed— as a man?”“A good husband has constant confidence in the good sense of his wife,” he pronounced grandly, and smiled at her.But she drew away; huddled herself in the other corner. “He kissed my feet,” she told him disdainfully, her eyes on his face.He frowned and made a gesture of distaste.

They have the instincts, the style of the canalla! To kiss a woman’s feet, to follow her like a dog, to adore her like a slave— ““Is it so shameful for a man to adore women?”“A gentlemen loves and respects Woman. The cads and lunatics— they ‘adore’ the women.”“But maybe we do not want to be loved and respected— but to be adored.”“Ah, he has converted you then?”“Who knows? But must we talk about it?

My head is bursting with the heat.”But when they reached home she did not lie down but wandered listlessly through the empty house. When Don Paeng, having bathed and changed, came down from the bedroom, he found her in the dark parlour seated at the harp and plucking out a tune, still in her white frock and shoes.“How can you bear those hot clothes, Lupeng? And why the darkness?

Order someone to bring a light in here.”“There is no one, they have all gone to see the Tadtarin.”“A pack of loafers we are feeding!”She had risen and gone to the window. He approached and stood behind her, grasped her elbows and, stooping, kissed the nape of her neck. But she stood still, not responding, and he released her sulkily.

She turned around to face him.“Listen, Paeng. I want to see it, too. The Tadtarin, I mean. I have not seen it since I was a little girl. And tonight is the last night.”“You must be crazy!

Only low people go there. And I thought you had a headache?” He was still sulking.“But I want to go!

My head aches worse in the house. For a favour, Paeng.”“I told you: No! Go and take those clothes off. But, woman, whatever has got into you!” He strode off to the table, opened the box of cigars, took one, banged the lid shut, bit off an end of the cigar, and glared about for a light.She was still standing by the window and her chin was up.“Very well, if you do not want to come, do not come— but I am going.”“I warn you, Lupe; do not provoke me!”“I will go with Amada. Entoy can take us. You cannot forbid me, Paeng. There is nothing wrong with it.

I am not a child.”. “What a sight you are, man! What have you done with yourself?” And when he did not answer: “Why, have they pulled out his tongue too?” she wondered aloud.And when they were home and stood facing each other in the bedroom, she was as still as light-hearted.“What are you going to do, Rafael?”“I am going to give you a whipping.”“But why?”“Because you have behaved tonight like a lewd woman.”“How I behaved tonight is what I am. If you call that lewd, then I was always a lewd woman and whipping will not changed me — though you whipped me till I died.”“I want this madness to die in you.”“No, you want me to pay for your bruises.”He flushed darkly. “How can you say that, Lupe?”“Because it is true.

You have been whipped by the women and now you think to avenge yourself by whipping me.”His shoulders sagged and his face dulled. “If you can think that of me—““You could think me a lewd woman!”“Oh, how do I know what to think of you? I was sure I knew you as I knew myself. But now you are as distant and strange to me as a female Turk in Africa!”“Yet you would dare whip me—““Becase I love you, because I respect you—““And because if you ceased to respect me you would ceased to respect yourself?”“Ah, I did not say that!”“Then why not say it?

And you want to say it, you want to say it!”But he struggled against her power. “Why should I want to?” He demanded peevishly.“Because, either you must say it— or you must whip me,” she taunted.Her eyes were upon him and the shameful fear that had unmanned him in the dark chapel possessed him again. His legs had turned to water; it was a monstrous agony to remain standing.But she was waiting for him speak, forcing him to speak.“No, I cannot whip you!” he confessed miserably.“Then say it!

Say it!” she cried, pounding her clenched her fists together. “Why suffer and suffer? And in the end you would only submit.”But he still struggled stubbornly, “Is it not enough that you have me helpless? Is it not enough that I feel what you want me to feel?”But she shook her head furiously. “Until you have said it to me, there can be no peace between us.”He was exhausted at last: he sank heavily to his knees, breathing hard and streaming with sweat, his fine body curiously diminished now in its ravaged apparel.“I adore you, Lupe,” he said tonelessly.She strained forward avidly. What did you say?” she screamed.And he, in his dead voice: “That I adore you.

That I adore you. That I worship you. That the air you breath and the ground you tread is holy to me. That I am your dog. Your slave”But it was still not enough.

Her fists were still clenched, and she cried: “Then come, crawl on the floor, and kiss my feet!”Without a moment’s hesitation, he sprawled down flat and, working his arms and legs, gaspingly clawed his way across the floor, like a great agonized lizard, the woman steadily backing away as he approached, her eyes watching him avidly, her nostrils dilating, till behind her loomed the open window, the huge glittering moon, the rapid flashes of lightning. She stopped, panting, and leaned against the sill. He lay exhausted at her feet, his face flat on the floor.She raised her skirts and contemptuously thrust out a naked foot. He lifted his dripping face and touched his bruised lips to her toes; lifted his hands and grasped the white foot and kissed it savagely— kissed the step, the sole, the frail ankle— while she bit her lips and clutched in pain at the windowsill, her body distended and wracked by horrible shivers, her head flung back and her loose hair streaming out the window— streaming fluid and black in the white night where the huge moon glowed like a sun and the dry air flamed into lightning and the pure heat burned with the immense intense fever of noon.