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      <title>B2: &quot;Night&quot; Quote Collection by Cindy Ung</title>
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You will be pasting at least one quote (with page numbers) under an adjective. Which adjective makes a strong, relevant match with your quote?</description>
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         <title>“Then, as if waking from a deep sleep, he slapped my father with such force that he fell down and then crawled back to his place on all fours. I stood petrified. What had happened to me? My father had just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked. I had watched and kept silent. Only yesterday, I would have dug menials into this criminal&#39;s flesh. Had I changed that much? So fast? Remorse began to gnaw at me. All I could think was: I shall never forgive them for this.” (Wiesel, 39)</title>
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         <title>“I pinched myself: Was I still alive? Was I awake? How was it possible that men, women, and children were being burned and that the world kept silent? No. All of this could not be real.  A nightmare perhaps… Soon I would wake up with a start, my heart pounding, and find that I was back in the room of my childhood with my books…”  (Wiesel, 32) </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I could not believe that human beings were being burned in ourtimes; the world would never tolerate such crimes..." (Weisel, 33) </div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;So many events had talen place in just a few hours that I had completely lost all notion of time. When had we left our homes? And the ghetto? And the train? Only a week ago? One night? One single night? How long had we been standing in he freezing wind? One hour? A single hour? Sixty minutes? Surely it was a dream.&quot; (Wiesel, 37) </title>
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         <title>“I had completely lost all notion of time. When had we left our homes? And the ghetto? And the train? Only a week ago? One night? One single night? … Surely it was a dream” (Wiesel 37).</title>
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         <title>&quot;How long had we been standing in the freezing wind? One hour? A single hour? Sixty minutes? Surely it was a dream.&quot; (Wiesel, 37)</title>
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         <title>“For the first time, I felt anger rising within me. Why should I sanctify His name? The Almighty, the eternal and terrible Master of the Universe, chose to stay silent. What was there to thank Him for?” (Wiesel 33).</title>
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         <title>“The three &quot;veteran&quot; prisoners, needles in hand, tattooed numbers on our left arms. I became A-7713. From then on, I had no other name.” (Wiesel, 42)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bod-<br>ies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky. Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith for-<br>ever." (Wiesel 34)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>“At the start of the third week, our Blockälteste was removed; he was judged too humane. The new one was ferocious and his aides were veritable monsters. The good days were over. We began to wonder whether it wouldn&#39;t be better to let ourselves be chosen for the next transport.” (Wiesel 44).</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I stood petrified. What had happened to me? My father had<br>just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked. I had<br>watched and kept silent. Only yesterday, I would have dug my<br>nails into this criminal's flesh." (Wiesel, 39)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“My hand tightened its grip on my father. All I could think was not to lose him. Not to remain alone."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-08 18:28:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“the beloved objects reat we had carried with us from place to place were now left behind in the wagon and, with them, finally, our illusions.” (Wiesel #29)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The word 'chimney' here was not an abstraction; it floated in the air, mingled with the smoke. It was, perhaps, the only word that had a real meaning in this place" (Wiesel 39).</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes” (Wiesel 34).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-08 18:28:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Then, as if waking from a deep sleep, he slapped my fa-<br>ther with such force that he fell down and then crawled back to<br><br>his place on all fours.<br>I stood petrified. What had happened to me? My father had<br>just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked." (wiesel #39)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-08 18:29:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky.” (Wiesel 34)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“...children being thrown in flames...’Yisgadal, veyiskdash, shmey taba. May his name be celebrated and sanctified’ whispered my father. For the first time, I felt anger riding within me. Why should I sanctify his name? The almighty, the eternal and terrible master of the universe, chose to be silent. What was there to thank him for?” (Wiesel 32 and 33)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"...I too had become a different person. The student of Talmud, the child I was, had been consumed by the flames. All that was left was a shape that resembled me. My soul had been invaded -- and devoured -- by a black flame." (Wiesel 37)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I watched darkness fade through the bluish skylights in the roof. I no longer was afraid. I was overcome by fatigue. The absent no longer entered our thoughts. [...] We were incapable of thinking." (Wisel 36)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"As for me, I<br>had ceased to pray. I concurred with Job! I was not denying His<br>existence, but I doubted His absolute justice." (Wiesel 45)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The night had passed completely. The morning star shone in</div><div>the sky. I too had become a different person. The student of Talmud, the child I was, had been consumed by the flames. All that was left was a shape that resembled me. My soul had been invaded—and devoured—by a black flame” (Wiesel 37).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the small faces of the children&#39;s whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky. Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my god and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes. Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live as long as god himself. Never. (Elie page 34)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>'one more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. one less reason to live'</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I stood petrified. What had happened to me? My father had<br>just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked." (Wiesel 39)</div>]]></description>
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