Wednesday, May 18, 2005

wiesel

The last night in Buna. Yet another last night. The last night at home, the last night in the ghetto, the last night in the train, and, now, the last night in Buna. How much longer were our lives to be dragged out from one "last night" to another? (Elie Wiesel, "Night," p. 79)

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