Snow is a wonderful romantic image. It's light and appears soft and cuddly, yet touch it and it is cold and harsh. As imagery, it embodies all that is the polarized nature of the dialectic. This is why, as I once posited in a Romance Literature term paper, Mary Shelley uses snow scenes to frame Frankenstein (meaning: one at the beginning and one at the end) - it so clearly parallels the monster.
[ 12-03-2002, 01:57 PM: Message edited by: Timber Loftis ]