The story of The Lady or the Tiger was one my father was fond of telling me as a child. It always had a strong impact on me. Here is a summary of the story (from wikipedia):
The semi-barbaric King of an ancient land utilized an unusual form of administering justice for offenders in his kingdom. The offender would be placed in an arena where his only way out would be to go through one of two doors. Behind one door was a beautiful woman hand-picked by the king and behind the other was a fierce tiger. The offender was then asked to pick one of the doors, without knowing what was behind it. If he picked the door with the woman behind it, then he was declared innocent but was also required to marry the woman, regardless of previous marital status. If he picked the door with the tiger behind it, though, then he was deemed guilty and the tiger would rip him to pieces.
One day the king found that his daughter, the princess, had taken a lover far beneath her station. The king could not allow this and so he threw the offender in prison and set a date for his trial in the arena. On the day of his trial the suitor looked to the princess for some indication of which door to pick. The princess did, in fact, know which door concealed the woman and which one the tiger, but was faced with a conundrum - if she indicated the door with the tiger, then the man she loved would be killed on the spot; however, if she indicated the door with the lady, her lover would be forced to marry another woman, a woman that the princess deeply hated and believed her lover has flirted with. Finally she did indicate a door, which the suitor then opened.
At this point the question is posed to the reader, "Did the tiger come out of that door, or did the lady?" The question is not answered, and is left as a thought experiment regarding human nature.
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This story came to symbolize my father. I never knew who I would see when he came through the door.
More recently, the story has been absolutely plaguing me. I realized that it symbolized me (in my mind) as much as my father.
I've been going over it in my head, trying to make sense of it. The thing is, I don't think of the tiger as the "bad" guy. In fact, I think the twelve-year-old part of me that has always been in charge of anger IS the tiger.
I had some new realizations about it today. See if this makes sense:
What I learned from the "lady":
She is waiting behind the door to marry whoever opens it. She is nameless, needless, and only there to serve others. She will do as she is told.
The message is that when a girl grows up, she will be "given" to a man and it will be her job to serve him in whatever capacity he chooses.
What I learned from the "tiger":
The tiger can't lose. If the man opens that door, the tiger will take care of it's own needs, eat, and live to wait in the room again for another day. The tiger is strong. There is no doubt in anyone's mind that the tiger will win if that door is opened. The tiger is blameless. It is expected that the tiger will do what it needs to do to survive.
It isn't too surprising that I didn't want to be the lady.
The other lady in the story is given a horrible dilemna. She is in love with someone, but her father - who has complete control over her life and the lives of others - does not approve. He puts the man she loves in a room with the two doors. The woman knows which door holds the lady and which holds the tiger. Does she give up her lover to a "beautiful woman" who will marry him so that he will live "happily ever after" (because apparently it will not matter to him that he has made this switch - one lady is as good as another) or does she direct him to the hungry tiger and watch him die before her eyes?
I definately want to be the tiger.
