NIGHT
BY ELIE
WIESEL
THEME: S
ILENCE
M A R L E E MA R A U G H A
“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)
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)
Some of the young men forced her to sit
down, tied her up, and put a gag in her mouth. (Wiesel, 19-
20)
“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)
“Long live liberty!” cried out the two
adults. But the child was silent. (Wiesel,
47)
“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)
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)