Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens the pages of these messengers of doom. Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.
And then:
- Cry, The Beloved Country Because the white man has power, we too want power, he said. But when a black man gets power, when...
- Cry, The Beloved Country - I’ve spoken to Mary, he said to me. She and I agree that it’s more important to speak the...
- Cry, The Beloved Country Therefore I shall devote myself, my time, my energy, my talents, to the service of South Africa. I shall no...
- The Brothers Karamazov I believe that you are sincere and good at heart. If you do not attain happiness, always remember that you...
- A Perfect Day for Bananafish the young man put on his robe, closed the lapels tight, and jammed his towel into his pocket. he picked...
- Jimmy Carter and the Energy Crisis of the 1970s With the exception of preventing war, this is the greatest challenge our country will face during our lifetimes. The energy...
