“ For, before ever she had precipitated this end, gossip had been busy whispering to her how the saint was beginning to melt in the sun of adulation, to confess the man in the angel, to inform with a more than filial devotion his attitude towards Bona. To have to cherish yet hate that thought had been her torture; to anticipate its consummation her frenzy. She had known him first; he was hers by right. Long wasting in the passion of her desire, she had conceived of its fruition a savour out of all proportion with her experiences. She must conquer him or die. He was hers, not Bona's. ”
Bona
Definition and stakes
The concept of Bona emerges in literature as a multifaceted symbol, often representing themes of longing, moral struggle, and individual autonomy. Across works by authors such as C. F. van der Velde, Jean Toomer, and Victor Hugo, Bona appears as a character caught in emotional and ethical dilemmas, whether as a woman navigating social expectations or a moral force confronting wrongdoing.
In van der Velde’s The Patricians, she radiates quiet honor, while in A Jay of Italy, her name is linked to fervent conflicts and selfless commitment. These depictions underscore Bona as a means through which authors examine human vulnerability and strength, illustrating her lasting significance in stories of authority and renewal.
Quotes about “Bona”
C. F. van der Velde, Specimens of German Romance; Vol…
“ By the table sat Bona in all the fulness of her charms, seeming to enjoy with silent transport the splendour of the evening heavens, whose crimson fire gave all the glory of a seraph to her head and face."We interrupt here," said Tausdorf to Rasselwitz, struck by her appearance, "and must seek some other place.""You do not interrupt me, gentlemen," said Bona, rising with graceful kindness. "A woman, who knows how to maintain her female dignity, has no occasion to be afraid of men. ”
“ Why, Bona then—Bona made widow; free to work her will. Should I be the better?—Dead? was he not always dead to me? Starved to death! O, hell heat Lampugnani's dagger scarlet, that it hiss and bubble in his flesh! Galeazzo! Galeazzo! I'll follow soon to nurse thy pains to ecstasy!'She fell silent; presently began to sway; then, with a sudden shriek, had leapt upon the picture, and torn aside its curtain.'Bernardo!' she moaned and sobbed—'Bernardo, I loved thee! O God! he eats me with his eyes. Here, here! fasten with thy starved lips. I'll not speak or cry, though they burrow to my heart. ”
