For obvious reasons, I never told you about my notebook, with a cover as green as mansions long gone, which I use as a commonplace book, a phrase which here means "place where I have collected passages from the most important books I have read." These passages hold some of the most crucial secrets in this sad and flammable world. ("Lemony Snicket: The Unauthorized Autobiography")
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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