It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder if his wife were not growing a little unbalanced mentally. He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world. Kate Chopin
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The moment that Mr. Pontellier realized that Madame de Rastignac was not herself, he should have realized his wife was growing unbalanced mentally. The reality is that we all appear to the outside world as a certain person and we do not change who we are or who we think we are. Those of us who know and love the real us can see the difference in those around us, but those who do not know us cannot see those differences.

Source: The Awakening

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