Saturday, February 28, 2015

Group Reader Response LC#3 Dialectical Journal Practice


Thesis Statement:

a. Theme:
In our world toady we have many humane actions, in the book “Night” these humane actions turn gruesome and can never be forgotten in people hearts.

b. Character:
Elie Wiesel has been through the holocaust, one of the most appalling events in history but Elie’s bravery and perseverance kept his head up high through it all.

Quote Collections:

a.      
-One day when we had stopped, a workman took a piece of bread out of his bag and threw it into a wagon. There was a stampede. Dozens of starving men fought each other to the death for a few crumbs; The German workmen took a lively interest in this spectacle.

-One of you does not seem to have understood this. I’d obliged, therefore, to make it very clear to him once and for all. I felt the sweat run down my back. A-7713. I came forward. A box he ordered. They brought him a box. Lie down on it. On your stomach. I obeyed. Then I was aware of nothing but the strokes of the whip.

-Not far from us, flames were leaping up from a ditch, gigantic flames. They were burning something. A lorry drew up at the pit and delivered its load-little children. Babies! Yes, I saw it- saw it with my own eyes, those children in the flames.

b.
- I wanted to see myself in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. I have not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.

-There were no prayers at his grave. No candles were lit to his memory. His last word was my name. A summons, to which I did not respond. I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep. But I had no more tears.

-Three prisoners brought a table and some medical instruments. With the left sleeve rolled up, each person passed in front of the table.  The three veterans with needles in their hands engraved a number on our left arms. I became A-7713. After that I had no name.


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