Read the following excerpt from the ending of lorraine hansberry's a raisin in the sun: mama (quietly, woman to woman) he finally come into his manhood today, didn't he? kind of like a rainbow after the rain ruth (biting her lip lest her own pride explode in front of mama) yes, lena. (walter's voice calls for them raucously) walter (off stage) y'all come on! these people charges by the hour, you know! mama (waving ruth out vaguely) all right, honey - go on down. i be down directly. (ruth hesitates, then exits. mama stands, at last alone in the living room, her plant on the table before her as the lights start to come down. she looks around at all the walls and ceilings and suddenly, despite herself, while the children call below, a great heaving thing rises in her and she puts her fist to her mouth to stifle it, takes a final desperate look, pulls her coat about her, pats her hat and goes out. the lights dim down. the door opens and she comes back in, grabs her plant, and goes out for the last time) curtain how does this excerpt contribute to the theme of a raisin in the sun? what aesthetic impact did the author intend it to have on the reader?

i think that the quotes in paragraph 11 contribute to the development of ideas because it provides a good reasoning of the central idea of the text.

i don't know and i don't care .

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.

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