He walked through the woods like a young Adam, naming creation. I learned to shape my mouth to the words—sasumuneash for cranberry, tunockuquas for frog. So many things grew and lived here that were strange to us, because they had not been in England. We named the things of this place in reference to things that were not of this place—cat briar for the thickets of vine whose thorns were narrow and claw-like; lambskill for the low-growing laurel that had proved poisonous to some of our hard-got tegs. But there had been no cats or lambs here until we brought them. So when he named a plant or a creature, I felt that I heard the true name of the thing for the first time.
Geraldine BrooksStichwörter: nature language names
He had scooped up another handful of sand and stared at each grain as it fell through his fingers. 'You are like these. Each a trifling speck. A hundred, many hundreds—what matter? Cast them into the air. You cannot even find them when they land upon the ground. But there are more grains than you can count. There is no end to them. You will pour across this land, and we will be smothered. Your stone walls, your dead trees, the hooves of your strange beasts trampling the clam beds. My uncle sees these things, here and now. And in his trance, he sees that worse is coming. You walls will rise everywhere until they shut us out. You will turn the land upside down with your ploughs until all the hunting grounds are gone. This, and more, my uncle sees.
Geraldine BrooksStichwörter: colonisation
I am not a hero. Life has not required it of me.
Geraldine BrooksStichwörter: heroism
I was not 15 anymore, and choices no longer had that same clear, bright edge to them.
Geraldine BrooksStichwörter: wisdom maturity choices
Even the ordinary business of cleaning house seemed somehow to have become sacramental.
Geraldine BrooksStichwörter: work worship drudgery
He did not turn. Embracing his sister, he stepped off the bank, onto the ice. He walked out into the centre, where the ice was thin. His sister’s head lay on his shoulder. They stood there for a moment, as the ice groaned and cracked. Then it gave way.
Geraldine BrooksSo, you are happy to be a pigeon?”
“Maybe so. But at least a pigeon does no harm. The hawk lives at the expense of the other creatures that dwell in the desert.
In any case, the manifesto states that a Jew is without honour from the day of his birth. That he cannot differentiate between what is dirty and what is clean. That he is ethically subhuman and dishonourable. It is therefore impossible to insult a Jew and from this it follows that a Jew cannot demand satisfaction for any insult.
Geraldine BrooksJosip had only an instant to exchange a glance with Serif. He made it the most eloquent glance of his life.
Geraldine BrooksChristian worship of Jesus is an idolatry much worse than the Israelites’ worship of the golden calf, for the Christians err in saying something holy entered into a woman in that stinking place…full of faeces and urine, which emits discharge and menstrual blood and serves as a receptacle for men’s semen.
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