The Red Badge of Courage
Stephen CraneSözler ve Alıntılar
There was a gentleness in the soft winds; and the whole feeling of darkness, he thought, was one of sympathy for himself in his sorrow.
The sound of death was far away. It seemed now that Nature had no ears. The scene gave him assurance. This was a place holding life. It was the religion of peace. It would die if its calm eyes were compelled to see the blood. He believed Nature to be a woman with a deep unwillingness to see suffering.
In this place the youth felt that he was an outsider. This forgot ten part of the battleground was owned by the dead men, and he hur ried with the crazy fear that one of the bloody forms would rise and tell him to go.
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"You be careful, Henry, and take good care of yourself. Don’t think you can beat the whole rebel army at the start, because you can’t. You’re just one little fellow among a lot of others, and you have to keep quiet and do what they tell you. I know how you are, Henry."
To the youth, the fighters seemed like animals thrown for a death struggle into a dark hole.
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He instantly saw that it would be impossible for him to escape from the regiment. It enclosed him. And there were iron laws of custom and law on four sides. He was in a moving box.
As he realized this fact, he thought that he had never wished to come to the war. He had not joined the army by his own choice. He had been dragged by a merciless government. And now they were taking him out to be killed.
He was crushed beneath the feet of an iron injustice. He had proceeded with wisdom and sense, only to be defeated by hateful circumstances.
A dull, animallike revolt against his companions, against war, against fate, grew within him. He walked along with his head down, his brain suffering and full of despair.