OK so i haven't blogged in such a long time, sorry.
When we were reading The Mill again today i was thinking of how much this kind of stuff actually happens in our society today (people killing themselves over a lost job). It seems pointless to me to killer yourself over something so insignificant in the long run because you can always find a new job, or start a farm to produce food. The weird thing was, when I came home I actually heard of someone who tried to kill himself (but didn't actually do it)over a lost job.
To get back to the poem, one of the most sad lines in the poem is:
"Though ruffled once, would soon appear
The same as ever to the sight."
Which, in my opinion, talks about how the woman thought of herself, one little ruffle in the course of the river, barely even noticeable.