Night 2

Night 2

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  • Little by little life returned to ‘normal’. The barbed wire that encircled us like a wall did not fill us with real fear. In fact, we felt this was not a bad things; we were entirely among ourselves.
  • Elie and other members of his community felt that the mistreatment they were enduring was normal. In the beginning of the book, he even felt as if it was a privilege that he was separated from the rest of the world
  • As Elie spends more time in the concentration camp, he becomes selfish. This act of selfishness was common between the prisoners, because their life was constantly on the line.
  • I began to laugh. I was happy. I felt like kissing him. At that moment, the others did not matter! They had not written me down.
  • As the story goes on, Elie begins to understand how much strength he actually has. Although he is angry and depressed, he has not yet lost what little strength and hope he had left.
  • We were the masters of nature, the masters of the world. We had transcended everything- death, fatigue, and our natural needs. We were stronger than the cold and hunger, stronger than the guns and the desire to die, doomed and rootless, nothing but numbers, we were the only men on earth
  • Yet at the same time, a thought crept my mind: if only I didn’t find him! If only I were relieved of this responsibility, I could use all my strength to fight for my own survival, to take care of only myself… Instantly I felt ashamed, ashamed of myself forever.
  • When his father began to become very weak, thoughts about abandoning him had crept into Elie's head. The concentration camp had hardened him and it was as if he was numb to the world around him. But even with these thoughts in his head, he never truly gave up on his father,
  • During the last few months in the camp, Elie had resulted to hatred. His sadness had subsided. His hope had subsided. His fatigue had subsided. But with all of this his hate did not, and if it wasn't for his father, Elie would have taken his own life.
  • My hands were aching. I was clenching them so hard. To strangle the doctor and the others! To set the whole world on fire! My father’s murderers! But even the cry stuck in my throat.
  • Once he was free from the concentration camp, only one person mattered to Elie- himself. His experiences had made him so used to death that it didn't even phase him anymore. Elie finally began to mourn his family, but he will always regret leaving them behind.
  • I spent my days in total idleness. With only one desire; to eat. I no longer thought of my father, or my mother
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