Introduction
As an American man, the overture to “Hills Like White Elephants” shows a train line in a Spanish countryside with rolling hills, farms, and forests. Together with my fiancée, we are waiting for a ride to Madrid at a table from the outside station. At this point, I ordered two beers since it was warm. When the girl, my fiancee who was close by, remarks that the nearby hills resemble white elephants, I claim to have never seen a real elephant. We begin quarrelling about the flavour of the liquor after purchasing more. I reprimand her and advise her to relax and enjoy herself. She emphasises that she is just kidding and retracts her prior remark about the hills looking like white elephants, which as an amiable American man, I was not comfortable with. More cocktails are delivered, and I casually remark that I want the woman I refer to as Jig to have some operation. By this time, I was agitated and minimised the system’s significance. For example, I promise the system will be simple but assert that the planned therapy is not even an operation.
After silence, she wonders what would happen after the procedure. In response, I stated that everything would return to normal, and our worries would be addressed. I claim to know numerous satisfied patients who had the treatment. She agrees with me without displaying any emotion. Despite my confidence that the treatment is vital, as an American man, I insist on not coercing her into it. “I will have it” as long as I love her and we can be together after the treatment (Hemingway, n.p). I then convey my tremendous worry for her, even though she maintains that I do not care about her well-being.
The girl, who is my fiancée, then goes to the opposite end of the block, taking in the landscape and discussing her concerns regarding the possibility that her family members would be satisfied if she received the therapy. After some argument, she ultimately wears me down and convinces me to promise to stop talking (Hemingway, n.p). The Spanish bartender assures us that the train will arrive in five minutes after bringing over two more beers. My fiancée smiles at the waiter, but she needs to request me to interpret what the bar owner says because she does not know Spanish. When we are done drinking, I carry our luggage to the railway station platform and return to the restaurant’s bar, where we survey the other passengers awaiting the train. I inquire whether the girl is feeling better. She claims to be perfectly healthy and great.
I strongly wanted and wished for her to get an abortion. Even though I say I want her to get an abortion if she wants one, she has reservations about my honesty and sincerity. I then assert unequivocally that doing something is optional if it would make one miserable. I contend that I would not force her to do anything if she did not want to (Hemingway, n.p). I have previously said that I did not want the responsibility of childrearing, and I am eager for her to have the abortion. I also look to be unconcerned with her feelings.
However, we have a sneaky hunch with her regarding why she is not convinced of having an abortion. She feels conflicted about making that choice. I, together with the bartender, get the sense that she’s had enough of travelling, letting me make all of the decisions, and listening to me drone on and on until I see things my way. I am now both her mentor and her guardian. I am still her translator: To cause an abortion, a physician must infuse a small amount of air, and I try to convince her. At this point, we desire to go on our next journey as soon as possible.
On the other hand, she has been weighed down by the constant upheaval of her style of living in motels, travelling everywhere, and never staying (Hemingway, n.p). She claims that we merely “live on the surface,” which means that I look at things and try various drinks but don’t get to know anything. I completely acknowledge that I am lying when I claim that I will be at her side during the “simple surgery,” since what seems to me to be a normal procedure may be horrific for her.
Conclusion
With my reasoning abilities, I am seeking to convince my fiancée why she needs an abortion. We would have been slowed down and prohibited from seeing the globe if we had a kid, but now we can “have it all.” On the other hand, she disputes my assumptions and seems to acquire surprising confidence and an advantage. Regardless of the abortion, things would have altered. She also learns a difficult lesson: that I do not love her, at least not lately. She saw the mountains and remarked they looked like white elephants. The tension between us quickly builds, and ultimately I insist we must stop. She maintains I started it all, but she can’t help but apologise, claiming that the mountains’ skin across many trees makes them seem white, but I do not seem to agree with her.
Work Cited
Hemingway, E. (1927). Hills Like White Elephants.
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