![]() ![]() She started forward, then turned back to Kaz. Now Inej was shaking, her hands pressed to her mouth, watching them move up the dock toward the quay. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent. Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. “Just let me have this.” She righted herself, her balance returning. “Of course, if something had gone wrong during the job, they’d be coming to retrieve your corpse.” “No,” she said as the tears spilled over at last. “How?” she said, her voice raw and strange with unshed tears. She could barely hear him over the clamor in her heart. ![]() The other half was still trying to understand what she was seeing. Half of her was aware of his bare fingers on her sleeve, his dilated pupils, the brace of his body around hers. He had his arm around her, holding her up. She would breathe again and it would shatter. It was an illusion, a false reflection, a lie made in rainbow-hued glass. Everything in her focused like the lens of the long glass. Their steps were graceful, their posture straight as knife blades. She adjusted the lens, and her gaze caught on two figures moving down the gangplank. It felt like a promise, and she didn’t want to let go. They will listen to use, Corrie, because we have been here" (240).“She raised the long glass and peered back down at the harbor, at the passengers disembarking, but the image was blurry. We must tell them that there is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still. Without love or mercy" ( Night, 64-65).Contrast this with Corrie and Betsie's reaction to the same horrors, and especially Betsie's dying words: ".must tell people what we have learned here. My eyes were open and I was alone - terribly alone in a world without God an without man. Because He had had thousands of children burned in His pits? Because He kept six crematories working night and day, on Sunday and feast days? Because in His great might He had created Auschwitz, Birkenau, Buna, and so many factories of death? How could I say to Him: 'Blessed art Thou, Eternal, Master of the Universe, Who chose us from among the races to be tortured day and night, to see our fathers, our mothers, our brothers, end in the crematory?.This day I had ceased to plead. Wiesel wrote, "Why, but why should I bless Him? In every fiber I rebelled. Wiesel was a devout Jew before his experience in Nazi death camps, but his experience destroyed his faith.
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