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//**Cherita: well i dont know where everyone else work is or how me of all people is starting this page but well ok here i go. Hopefully Mrs.Ruu you understand what i have added to the page. i couldn't remember exacty what to do but i figured since im writing technique i would that throughout the chapters. Some people are going chapter to chapter and some are skipping some but im going to just write all of wat i have and hope it gets me some type of grade.

Cherita: chap10-** "// Of this the child understood nothing, yet something he did understand, for he would listen solemnly to the deep melodious name, and gaze at his uncle out of wide and serious eyes//."

chap11-** "// This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any country. Sadness and fear and hate, how they swell up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens the pages of these messengers of doom. Cry for the broken tribe, for the law of the custom that is gone, aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the women and children bereaved. Cry the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that men cannot enjoy//."
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chap12-** "//There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices. But what do they help if one seeks for counsel, for one cries this, and one cries that, and another cries something thatis neither this nor that//."
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chap13-** " For some hours he sat there in the sun, and whether it was the warmth of it, or the sight of the wide plain beneath stretching away to blue and distant mountains or the passage of time, or the divine providence for the soul that is distressed, he could not say; but there was some rising of the spirit, some lifting of the fear."
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chap14-**// Oh boy, can you not say you fought the devil, wrestled with the devil, struggled with him night and day, til the sweat poured from you and no strength was left? Can you not say that you wept for your sins, and vowed to make amends and stood upright or stumbled and fell again? It would be some comfort for this tortured man,who asks you desperately, why did you not struggle against him//.
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chap15-** "//And do not pray for yourself, and do not pray to understand the ways of god. For they are secret. Who knows what life is, for life is a secret//."
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chap16-**// Umfundsi went to break the bad news about the girls husband. This woman is on her third husband at this time.He was in jail for killing a white man. Umfundisi asks her to marry his son. He tells her that she must be able to live in a very much quiet enviroment. She accepts the offer.
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chap17-//** But the bay's eyes were filled with tears, and the father's compassion struggled with the templation and over come it. He took his son's hands and this time they were not quite lifeless, but there was some feeling in them, and he hold them strongly and comfortably. It sucks that Kumalo and his sister never got to bond like siblings. But I think it’s wonderful how he is able to create a familial intimacy with a boy he didn’t even know existed until a few days prior. Knowing what I know now, it is amazing how paton introduces the murder perfectly. It is at the time when it builds the most suspicion about what really happened to Absalom. One of the few situations where everyone wants segregation in an integrated society, when it would probably be more beneficial for everyone if the two races were separated, to give the blacks a chance to develop and catch up to the whites so that they can be more equal. “we do not know, we do not know. We shall live from day to day, and put more locks on the doors, and get a fine fierce dog when the fine fierce bitch next door has pups, and hold on to our handbags more tenaciously; and the beauty of the trees by night, and the raptures of lovers under the stars, these things we shall forego. We shall forego the coming home drunken through the midnight streets, and the evening walk over the star-lit veld…” they will live in fear, behind closed doors, never enjoying life or feeling safe, but they shall be superior beings.
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“Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply, let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.” That is a powerful and horrifying statement. To think that a child can’t care about anything because it will leave him with nothing makes me wonder why the child will be born, what is there for this child in this world? How can someone intentionally bring a child into this world with his future’s promise extinguished before his life has begun?
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Vagabonds live without law or custom, without faith or purpose. What kind of existence is that?
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“What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to trust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?” I wish I could have the answers to these questions as well.
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His brother’s betrayal is sick, and shows how much Johannesburg can bring out the worst in people.
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“And while there is life, there is hope for amendment of life.” Father Vincent said that and I hope he was right, because absalom was too young to die.
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“there is a man sleeping in the grass, said kumalo. And over him is gathering the greatest storm of all his days. Such lightning and thunder will come there as have never been seen before, bringing death and destruction. People hurry home past him, to places safe from danger. And whether they do not see him there in the grass, or whether they fear to halt even a moment, but they do not wake him, they let him be.” Kumalo is losing his family, piece by piece, to the city of Johannesburg. And he could have halted it if someone had told him what was happening. His brother, his sister, even his son, but it was a man of God who had to expose the cruel truth to him. By the time he did, the damage was done, never to be undone.
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Mr. Carmichael is treated with as much, probably more, respect as you would show a chief. Even by Father Vincent.
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It amazing how much the Jarvis’ are revered. After the son is killed, the police round up an “aeroplane” by calling the Police Pietermaritzburg.(<cool name for a city, by the way) Jarvis is then told stories from when his son was still alive, things he had never heard about his son, things that probably lead to his death, at least in the Jarvis’ opinion. Its disheartening to know he never got to finish his work to get mining compounds to accommodate women and children, the families of the miners.
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