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I try not to think too much. Like other things now, thought must be rationed.
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Margaret Atwood |
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Maybe it's about who can do what to whom and be forgiven for it.
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Margaret Atwood |
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Mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world, because
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Margaret Atwood |
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There were stories in the newspapers, of course, corpses in ditches or the woods, bludgeoned to death or mutilated, interfered with, as they used to say, but they were about other women, and the men who did such things were other men. None
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Margaret Atwood |
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What is the real breath of a man-- the breathing out or the breathing in? Such was the nature of the gods
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Margaret Atwood |
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violated by bloodshed and gluttony and pride and disdain. Say their Names.
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Margaret Atwood |
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That was the trouble with Blood and Roses: it was easier to remember the Blood stuff. The other trouble was that the Blood player usually won, but winning meant you inherited a wasteland.
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Margaret Atwood |
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I wonder if I should let my hair go grey so my advice will be better.
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wisdom
grey-hair
ageing
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Let's pretend this, let's pretend that. They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.
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Messy love is better than none. I guess. I'm no authority on sane living.
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sanity
passion
love
messy-love
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Red all over the cupboard, mirth rhymes with birth, oh to die of laughter.
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Margaret Atwood |
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Stan got the message. He allowed the chicken assignations. What did that make him? A chicken pimp. Better than dead.
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Margaret Atwood |
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That is a reconstruction, too.
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Margaret Atwood |
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I still have it in me to feel sorry for him. Moira is right, I am a wimp.
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Margaret Atwood |
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The palliative care nurses welcome him: he's a spot of brightness, they claim he keeps the patients interested in life. "We don't think of the clients here as dying," one of them said to him on his first visit. "After all everyone's dying, just some of us more slowly."
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palliative-care
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This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.
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Margaret Atwood |
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I'm not mad because I'm a woman," I say. "I'm mad because you're an asshole."
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Margaret Atwood |
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Its racist policies, for instance, were firmly rooted in the pre-Gilead period, and racist fears provided some of the emotional fuel that allowed the Gilead takeover to succeed as well as it did.
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Vosotros los jovenes no sabeis apreciar las cosas, proseguia. No sabeis lo que hemos tenido que pasar para lograr que esteis donde estais. Miralo, es el quien pela las zanahorias. ?Sabeis cuantas vidas de mujeres, cuantos cuerpos de mujeres han tenido que arrollar los tanques para llegar a esta situacion? La cocina es mi pasatiempo predilecto, decia Luke. Disfruto cocinando. Un pasatiempo muy original, replicaba mi madre. No tienes por que ..
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human-rights
puritanismo
women-rights
totalitarism
totalitarismo
feminismo
puritanism
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William sits opposite her, drinking water from a Murray's glass with a trace of lipstick on the rim. His fingers hold the glass, his other hand lies on the table, his neck comes out of his shirt collar, which is light green, and on top of that is his head. His eyes are blue and he has two of them. This is the sum total of William in the present tense.
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Margaret Atwood |
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her voice of raw egg white.
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Margaret Atwood |
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believe it. I must believe
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Margaret Atwood |
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Janine had been overenthusiastic, which sometimes has the force of a denial.
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Margaret Atwood |
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God, do I need a cigarette, says Moira. Me too, I say. I feel ridiculously happy.
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Margaret Atwood |
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We wait, the clock in the hall ticks, Serena lights another cigarette, I get into the car. It's a Saturday morning, it's a September, we still have a car. Other people have had to sell theirs. My name isn't Offred, I have another name, which nobody uses now because it's forbidden. I tell myself it doesn't matter, your name is like your telephone number, useful only to others; but what I tell myself is wrong, it does matter.
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Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city.
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Margaret Atwood |
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She who does not hesitate is lost.
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Margaret Atwood |
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There is more than one kind of freedom, said Aunt Lydia. Freedom to and freedom from. In the days of anarchy, it was freedom to. Now you are being given freedom from. Don't underrate
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Margaret Atwood |
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I am sane. Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.
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Margaret Atwood |
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Meglio non significa mai il meglio per tutti [...] Ma sempre, per alcuni, significa il peggio.
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Margaret Atwood |
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It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be fully described, too many flavours, in the air or on the tongue, half-colours, too many. But if you happen to be a man, sometime in the future, and you've made it this far, please remember: you will never be subjected to the temptation of feeling you must forgive, a man, as a woman. It's difficult to resist, believe me. But remember that forgiveness too..
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Margaret Atwood |
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But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. There's
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Margaret Atwood |
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they sleep, they can be startled, even there in the soothing of the heart, like waves on the shore around them. A
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Margaret Atwood |
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I remember a television program I saw once... The program was a documentary, about one of those wars. They interviewed people and showed clips from films of the time, black and white, and still photos... The interviews with people still alive then were in colour. The one I remember best was with a woman who had been the mistress of a man who had supervised one of the camps where they put the Jews, before they killed them. In ovens, my mothe..
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Margaret Atwood |
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It's like a fart in church.
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Margaret Atwood |
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There's a rug on the floor, oval, of braided rags. This is the kind of touch they like: folk art, archaic, made by women, in their spare time, from things that have no further use. A return to traditional values. Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?
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Margaret Atwood |
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She's in her usual Martha's dress, which is dull green, like a surgeon's gown of the time before. The dress is much like mine in shape, long and concealing, but with a bib apron over it and without the white wings and the veil. She puts on the veil to go outside, but nobody much cares who sees the face of a Martha.
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Margaret Atwood |
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It has taken so little time to change our minds, about things like this. Then
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Margaret Atwood |
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What would you like to read tonight?" he says. This too has become routine. So far I've been through a Mademoiselle magazine, an old Esquire from the eighties, a Ms., a magazine I can remember vaguely as having been around my mother's various apartments while I was growing up, and a Reader's Digest. He even has novels. I've read a Raymond Chandler, and right now I'm halfway through Hard Times, by Charles Dickens. On these occasions I read q..
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Margaret Atwood |
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A divorce is like an amputation; you survive, but there's less of you.
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Margaret Atwood |
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I would rather dance as a ballerina, though faultily, than as a flawless clown.
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Margaret Atwood |
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Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.
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Margaret Atwood |
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War is what happens when language fails.
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Margaret Atwood |
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I am yours. If you feed me garbage, This is a hymn.
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Margaret Atwood |