A Doll House - Nora Helmer Analysis
HELMER. Nora--what is this? That hard expression--
NORA. Sit down. This'll take some time. I have a lot to say.
HELMER. (sitting at the table directly opposite her). You worry me, Nora. And I don't understand you.
NORA. No, that's exactly it. You don't understand me. And I've never understood you either--until tonight. No, don't interrupt. You can just listen to what I have to say. We're closing out accounts, Torvald.
HELMER. How do you mean that?
NORA. (after a short pause). Doesn't anything strike you about our sitting her like this?
HELMER. What's that?
NORA. We've been married now eight years. Doesn't it occur to you that this is the first time we two, you and I, man and wife, have ever talked seriously together?
HELMER. What do you mean--seriously?
NORA. In eight whole years—longer even—right from our first acquaintance, we’ve never exchanged a serious word on any serious thing.
HELMER. You mean I should constantly go and involve you in problems you couldn’t possibly help me with?
NORA. I’m not talking of problems. I’m saying that we’ve never sat down seriously together and tried to get to the bottom of anything.
HELMER. But dearest, what good would that ever do you?
NORA. That’s the point right there: you’ve never understood me. I’ve been wronged greatly, Torvald—first by Papa, and then by you.
HELMER. What! By us—the two people who’ve loved you more than anyone else?
NORA (shaking her head). You never loved me. You’ve thought it fun to be in love with me, that’s all.
HELMER. Nora, what a thing to say!
NORA. Yes, it’s true now, Torvald. When I lived at home with Papa, he told me all his opinions, so I had the same ones too, or if they were different I hid them, since he wouldn’t have cared for that. He used to call me his doll child, and he played with me the way I played with my dolls. Then I came into your house—
HELMER. How can you speak of our marriage like that?
NORA. (unperturbed). I mean, then I went from Papa’s hands into yours. You arranged everything to your own taste, and so I got the same taste as you—or I pretended to; I can’t remember. I guess a little of both, first one, then the other. Now when I look back, it seems as if I’d lived here like a beggar—just from hand to mouth. I’ve lived by doing tricks for you, Torvald. But that’s the way you wanted it. It’s a great sin what you and Papa did to me. You’re to blame that nothing’s become of me.
HELMER. Nora, how unfair and ungrateful you are! Haven’t you been happy here?
NORA. No, never. I thought so—but I never have.
HELMER. Not—not happy!
NORA. No, only lighthearted. And you’ve always been so kind to me. But our home’s nothing but a playpen. I’ve been your doll-wife here, just as at home. I was Papa’s doll-child. And in turn the children have been my dolls. I thought it was fun when you played with me, just as they thought it fun when I played with them. That’s been our marriage Torvald (Ibsen, 108-10).
It is at this point that Nora finally realizes Torvald’s true self and how she had been deceiving herself to think he was any different. She begins to understand the meaning of loving someone in comparison to the idea of being in love with someone and she sees how those two concepts are very much different. By this point after Torvald’s dual reaction to Krogstad’s letters, Nora finally sees that Torvald was not the man she thought he was not did he truly love her, it was more so that he loved the idea of loving her and the idea of marriage. Nora becomes self-aware of true life after this incident and she sets out to find herself in the world around her.