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Night by Elie Wiesel Theme: Silence

Night by Elie Wiesel Theme: Silence . Marlee Maraugha. “Where is God now?” And I heard a voice within me answer him: “Where is he? Here he is – he is hanging here on this gallows…” (Wiesel,48) .

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Night by Elie Wiesel Theme: Silence

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  1. Night by Elie WieselTheme: Silence MarleeMaraugha

  2. “Where is God now?” And I heard a voice within me answer him: “Where is he? Here he is – he is hanging here on this gallows…” (Wiesel,48)

  3. Moshe had changed. There was no longer any joy in his eyes. He no longer sang. He no longer talked to me of God and the cabbala, but only of what he had seen. People refused not only to believe his stories, but even to listen to them. (Wiesel, 5)

  4. Some of the young men forced her to sit down, tied her up, and put a gag in her mouth. (Wiesel, 19-20)

  5. “My son, some water… I’m burning…My stomach…” “Quiet over there!”yelled the officer. “Eliezer,” went on my father, “some water…” the officer came up to him and shouted at him to be quiet. (Wiesel, 81)

  6. “Long live liberty!” cried out the two adults. But the child was silent. (Wiesel, 47)

  7. “Listen to me, you bastard!” Said Idek, coldly. “That’s for your curiosity. You’ll get five times more if you dare tell anyone what you saw! Understand?” (Wiesel, 43)

  8. I could not answer him. Some one was lying full length on top of me, covering my face. I was unable to breathe, through either mouth or nose. Sweat beaded my brow, ran down my spine. This was the end – the end of the road. A silent death, suffocation. No way of crying out, of calling for help. (Wiesel, 69)

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