Desdemona displays at times a transient energy, as when she by "direct violence and storm of fortune" leaves the parental roof for her valiant Moor. What strikes me most is Desdemona's extreme purity and innocence; she cannot even fully take in the meaning of the foul words of Emilia, nor the gross jests of lago. She has also what Mrs. Jameson calls the instinctive "address" of her sex, as seen in her reply to her father and in urging her suit for Cassio's return. Desdemona reminds me much of Elaine. She is the pure lily over whose first day of existence comes the scorching sun of lago's villainy.
Mr. Taine says that Desdemona is a fair type of Shakespeare's women, that they are all creatures of passion and impulse, unreasonable and unreasoning, having the beauty, the prettiness, and merry chatter of birds. Yet it seems to me that Desdemona's tragic fate has thrown a halo