Literary notes about blouse (AI summary)
In literature, the term "blouse" is imbued with a range of nuances that often extend beyond its literal meaning as a garment. Authors use it to evoke everyday domesticity and vulnerability—its mention may underscore a character’s modest, shivering state on a chilly night ([1],[2]), or serve as a marker of personal identity and change, as when a character adjusts or discards it to signal a transformation in mood or circumstance ([3],[4]). At other times the garment becomes a subtle symbol of both distinction and disguise, whether imbuing a workman with humble dignity ([5],[6]) or even concealing unexpected facets of character in dramatic scenes ([7],[8]). The blouse thus functions as a versatile literary device, reflecting themes of comfort, social class, and the interplay between appearance and internal emotion ([9],[10]).
- "Good night," she said, trembling; her shoulders were covered only with a thin blouse and she was shivering with cold.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of Short Stories by Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - "Good-night," she said, shivering; she had nothing but her blouse over her shoulders and was shrinking with cold.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of Short Stories by Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - She took off her jacket and sat more at ease in her blouse, of some soft, flimsy silk.
— from My Ántonia by Willa Cather - “I ought to stay in and finish my blouse.
— from Anne of the Island by L. M. Montgomery - He returned to his house in the Rue du Vert Bois, put on a blouse and a workman's cap, and went down into the dark streets.
— from The History of a Crime by Victor Hugo - Nepomucene usually wore a ragged blouse and, instead of shoes, gaiters or wooden clogs.
— from Repertory of The Comedie Humaine, Complete, A — Z by Cerfberr and Christophe - I bent down to his face, put my hand through the rent in his blouse.
— from The island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells - You cut folks’ throats too cheap altogether.” That done, he once more drew the big key from under his blouse.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo - his hair filled with wrath, is epic; his blouse drapes itself like the folds of a chlamys.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo - Hung up on the handle of the open window was a white blouse.
— from The Trial by Franz Kafka
