I Who Have Never Known Men
Jacqueline HarpmanI Who Have Never Known Men Gönderileri
I Who Have Never Known Men kitaplarını, I Who Have Never Known Men sözleri ve alıntılarını, I Who Have Never Known Men yazarlarını, I Who Have Never Known Men yorumları ve incelemelerini 1000Kitap'ta bulabilirsiniz.
'It's true,' she agreed. 'You are the only one of us who belongs to this country.'
'No, this country belongs to me. I will be its sole owner and everything here will be mine.'
Sayfa 125Kitabı okudu
I laughed too, I remember now, because I'd stopped seeing the women as enemies since I'd been giving them what I could: the time.
Sayfa 53Kitabı okudu
‘I don’t know what all this may lead to,’ I told her, ‘but that’s what’s so exciting: in our absurd existence, I’ve invented something unexpected.’
Sayfa 39Kitabı okudu
‘What do they want of us?’ I asked again. She shrugged.
‘All we know is what they don’t want.’
Sayfa 32Kitabı okudu
This was the first time I'd listened closely, and I was surprised at how much they had to say, the passion with which they repeated the same thing in ten different ways so as to avoid accepting that they'd had absolutely nothing to say to one another for ages. But human beings need to speak, otherwise they lose their humanity, as I've realised these past few years. And gradually, I began to feel sorry for those women determined to carry on living, pretending they were active and making decisions in the prison where they were locked up for ever, from which death was the only release – but would they remove the bodies? – and where they couldn't even kill one another.
Sayfa 21Kitabı okudu
[…] and then I understood that, alone and terrified, anger was my only weapon against the horror.
Sayfa 20Kitabı okudu
When I went to pass water, I found it perfectly natural to go and sit on the toilet seat and carry on my conversation – on the few occasions when I was engaged in conversation. The old women cursed furiously, complaining about the indignity of being reduced to the status of animals. If the only thing that differentiates us from animals is the fact that we hide to defecate, then being human rests on very little, I thought.
Sayfa 17Kitabı okudu
As I write these words, my tale is over. Everything around me is in order and I have fulfilled the final task I set myself. It only took me a month, which has perhaps been the happiest month of my life. I do not understand that: after all, what I was describing was only my strange existence which hasn't brought me much joy. Is there a satisfaction in the effort of remembering that provides its own nourishment, and is what one recollects less important than the act of remembering? That is another question that will remain unanswered: I feel as though I am made of nothing else.
Sayfa 4Kitabı okudu
And now, racked with sobs, I was forced to acknowledge too late, much too late, that I too had loved, that I was capable of suffering and that I was human after all.
Sayfa 3Kitabı okudu