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Letters Written During a Short Residence in Sweden, Norway, and Denmark · Chapter

Letter XII explained

Wollstonecraft describes her journey from East Rusoer to Helgeraac, feeling a sense of emancipation upon landing.

What happens

Wollstonecraft describes her journey from East Rusoer to Helgeraac, feeling a sense of emancipation upon landing. She travels to Tonsberg, where the beauty of nature contrasts with her inner sadness and loneliness. She reflects on the illusive nature of happiness founded on virtue, the pain of disappointed affection, and the rarity of true friendship and domestic happiness. The letter ends with her anticipation of reuniting with her daughter in Gothenburg.

Themes in this chapter

  • Travel and Self-Discovery

    The journey to Helgeraac and Tonsberg brings a sense of emancipation and introspection, as Wollstonecraft reflects on her inner state amidst new landscapes.

  • Nature and the Sublime

    The vivid descriptions of cliffs, seas, mountains, and verdant meads evoke the sublime beauty of nature, which both charms and wounds the narrator.

  • Reason vs. Sentiment

    Wollstonecraft struggles between reasoned self-applause and the overwhelming sentiments of loneliness and disappointed affection.

Characters to notice

  • Mary Wollstonecraft

    Narrator and traveler, experiencing a mix of emancipation and melancholy.

  • Marguerite

    Referred to as 'my Fannikin' (her daughter), whom she anticipates embracing in Gothenburg.

Key passages

  • It seemed to me a sort of emancipation when we landed at Helgeraac.

    Landing at Helgeraac felt like a release from confinement.

    Highlights the theme of freedom and escape from oppressive surroundings.

  • Why has nature so many charms for me⁠—calling forth and cherishing refined sentiments, only to wound the breast that fosters them?

    Nature's beauty stirs deep feelings in me, yet those feelings only cause pain.

    Reflects the tension between nature's allure and emotional suffering.

  • I cannot write composedly⁠—I am every instant sinking into reveries⁠—my heart flutters, I know not why.

    I am unable to write calmly; I keep drifting into daydreams, and my heart races for no clear reason.

    Captures Wollstonecraft's emotional turmoil and distraction.