Category: Book The Handmaid S Tale

I’ve learned to do without a lot of things. If you have a lot of things, said Aunt Lydia, you get too attached to this material world and you forget about spiritual values. You must cultivate poverty of spirit. Blessed are the meek. The Handmaid’s Tale 3 I would like to believe this is a…

Women can’t add, he once said, jokingly. When I asked him what he meant, he said, For them, one and one and one and one don’t make four. What do they make? I said, expecting five or three. Just one and one and one and one, he said. The Handmaid’s Tale 5 I guess you…

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow. The sky is clear but hard to make out, because of the searchlight; but yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink. The moon is a stone and the sky is full…

Don’t think that way, Moira would say. Think that way and you’ll make it happen. The Handmaid’s Tale 1 In the desert there is no sign that says, ‘Thou shalt not eat stones. The Handmaid’s Tale 1 In the dark parlor we move away from each other, slowly, as if pulled towards each other by…

The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. The Handmaid’s Tale 1 I fold back the sheet, get carefully up, on silent bare feet, in my nightgown, go to the window, like a child, I want to see. The moon on the…

But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men. The Handmaid’s Tale 22 I´ll take care of it, Luke said. And because he said it instead of her, I knew it meant kill. That is what you have to do before you kill, I thought. You have to create an it, where none…

It’s going to be all right, I said, prayed in my head. Oh let it. Let us cross, let us across. Just this once and I’ll do anything. What I thought I could do for whoever was listening that would be of the least use or even interest I’ll never know. The Handmaid’s Tale 0…

As I’m standing up I hear the black van. I hear it before I see it; blended with the twilight, it appears out of its own sound like a solidification, a clotting of the night. The Handmaid’s Tale 0 Better? I say, in a small voice. How can he think this is better? Better never…

Econowives, they’re called. These The Handmaid’s Tale 0 But all around the walls there are bookcases. They’re filled with books. Books and books and books, right out in plain view, no locks, no boxes. No wonder we can’t come in here. It’s an oasis of the forbidden. I try not to stare. The Handmaid’s Tale…