Laughter represents the bonds of common humanity from which Ethan Brand has exiled himself. Since humor is a uniquely human attribute, laugher demonstrates humanity or bonds people together in a shared experience. When the new lime-burner, Bartram, feels frightened because he is alone with Brand, he attempts to hide his fear with a laugh, and Brand responds by calming his fears. Then, the tavern-goers’ laughter mingles their voices together into one grand noise, indicating their closeness with one another. Later, the delighted young people in the crowd laugh at Bartram’s son, Joe, while he makes silly faces that are magnified by the German Jew’s box. Likewise, everyone laughs at the spectacle of the dog chasing its tail.
On the other hand, Brand’s laughter demonstrates his isolation. His laugh, which provokes fear rather than merriment, precedes him to the kiln. When Bartram and Joe hear it, Joe immediately runs to his father for comfort, because such an unhappy laugh seems out of place in the world. Brand’s cold, mirthless laughter scares listeners because it reinforces his isolation from others: he laughs at jokes that no one else finds funny or even understands. Thus, he laughs when he recognizes the irony of searching abroad for a sin that’s in his own heart, and when he sees the dog’s attempt to catch his own tail as a metaphor for this search. Brand’s final laugh—at the moment of his lonely death in the kiln—haunts Bartram and Joe, giving them nightmares instead of merry dreams.
Laughter Quotes in Ethan Brand
Bartram, the lime-burner, a rough, heavy-looking man, begrimed with charcoal, sat watching his kiln at nightfall, while his little son played at building houses with the scattered fragments of marble, when, on the hill-side below them, they heard a roar of laughter, not mirthful, but slow, and even solemn, like a wind shaking the boughs of the forest.
Laughter, when out of place, mistimed, or bursting forth from a disordered state of feeling, may be the most terrible modulation of the human voice. The laughter of one asleep, even if it be a little child,—the madman’s laugh,—the wild, screaming laugh of a born idiot,—are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget.