You've been greatly honored, your father and I are very proud.
It's the most important job in the community.
Welcome, Receiver of Memory. You may go right on in.
Oh, please. Call me Jonas.
I shall now transmit the memory of snow.
With great honor comes great responsibility
"Then the sled, with Jonas himself upon it, began to move through the snowfall, and he understood instantly that now he was going downhill. His face cut through the frigid air as he began the descent. Comprehending all of those things as he sped downward, he was free to enjoy the breathless glee that overwhelmed him: the speed, the cold clear air, the total silence, the feeling of balance and excitement and peace"(Lowry 81-82).
"The sled hit a bump in the hill and Jonas was jarred loose and throw violently into the air. He fell with his leg twisted under him, and he could hear the crack of bone. Then, the first wave of pain. He gasped. It was as if a hatchet lay lodged in his leg, slicing through each nerve with a hot blade. The pain grew. Sobbing, he turned his head and vomited onto the frozen snow. Blood dripped from his face into the vomit"(Lowry 108-109).