1. Theme: Survival; its something we all need to do in order to live, in the book “Night” by Elie Wiesel we learn that you can’t just let things happen to you and not do anything about it, because you’ll eventually lose hope and never get back to where you once were before.
Pg. 88: "No one wanted to give to give up now, just before the end, so near to the goal."
Pg. 88: ”We walked over pain-racked bodies. We throd on wounded faces. No cries. A few groans."
Pg. 92: “As we were not allowed to bend down, everyone took out his spoon and ate the accumulated snow off his neighbors back. A mouthful or bread and a spoonful of snow."
Pg. 95: “One day when we had stopped, a workman took a piece of bread out of his bag and threw it into a wagon. There was a stampede. Dozens of starving men fought each other to the death for a few crumbs.”
Pg. 96: "His son searched him, took the bread, and began to devour it. He was not able to get very far. Two men had seen and hurled themselves upon him. Others joined in. When they withdrew, next to me were two corpses, side by side, the father and the son."
Pg. 108: "We had been tormented with hunger. We had eaten nothing for six days, expect a bit of grass or some potato peelings found near the kitchen."
2. Character: Sometimes it’s okay to help others in need when it comes down to them surviving or not, Elie shows us that in the book “Night” when he has to take care of his dad and its making life harder on him.
Pg. 82: "He was suddenly seized with cramp in the stomach. "I've got stomach," he whispered to me. He could not go on. He had to stop for a moment. I begged him: "wait a bit, Zalman. We shall all be stopping soon. We're not going to run like this till the end of the world" But as he ran he began to undo his buttons, crying: "I can't go on any longer. My stomach's bursting..." "Make and effort, Zalman... try..."
Pg. 85: "Come on, father, let's go back to the shed..." He did not answer. He was not looking at the dead. "Come on, father, it's better over there. We can lie down a bit, one after the other. I"ll watch over you, and then you can watch over me. We won't let each other fall asleep. We''ll look after each other"
Pg. 94: "No!"I cried. "He isn't dead! Not yet!" I set to work to slap him as hard as I could. After a moment my father's eyelids moved slightly over his glazed eyes. He was breathing weakly."
Pg. 99: "Father," I said. "Only another moment more. Soon we can lie down-in a bed. You can rest..."
Pg. 100: "Father!" I screamed. "Father! Get up from here! Immediately! You're killing yourself..." I seized him by the arm. He continued to groan. "Don't shout, son... take pity on your old father... Leave me to rest here... Just for a bit, I'm so tired... at the end of my strength"
Pg. 101: "Father! Ive been looking for you for so long... Where were you? Did you sleep?... How do you feel?"
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