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Překvapilo mě, nakolik se seriál drží knížky - často doslovně - a že pokryli prakticky všechno, co se v knížce stane, a kde se odchýlili, tam stejně přišli na to, jak využít původní text. Knížka sama tím pádem není moc překvapivá, ale i tak je skvělá. Přiznám se, že kdybych nesledovala ten seriál, který jako by původní příběh spíš rozvíjel než striktně jen zpracovával, hodně by mě naštval konec. Závěrečná kapitola zasazená v daleké budoucnosti sice naznačí aspoň něco, co se týče osudu Offred, ale i tak nic neprozradí. The Handmaid's Tale je plné otázek bez odpovědí, ale je naprosto brilantně napsané. Je to jedna z těch knížek, kterou bych sem mohla opsat skoro celou, protože co slovo, to úžasně zpracovaná potrava pro mozek. Jsem moc ráda, že jsem si to pořídila do knihovničky.
“It isn‘t running away they’re afraid of. We wouldn’t get far. It’s those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.”
“I hunger to touch something, other than cloth or wood. I hunger to commit the act of touch.”
“There is more than one kind of freedom, said Aunt Lydia. Freedom to and freedom from. In the days of anarchy, it was freedom to. Now you are being given freedom from. Don’t underrate it.”
“We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it. Nothing changes instantaneously: in gradually heating bathtub you’d be boiled to death before you knew it.”
“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.”
“The sky is clear but hard to make out, because of the searchlight; but yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink. The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway.”
“I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without a shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also a light.”
“But who can remember a pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see.”
“Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like a dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see the night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloudcover.”
“God is love, they said once, but we reversed that, and love, like Heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.”
“I would like to be without a shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.”
“Whether this is my end or a new beginning I have no way of knowing: I have given myself over into the hands of strangers, because it can’t be helped. And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.”
“As all historian knows, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and, try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our own day.”
“I hunger to touch something, other than cloth or wood. I hunger to commit the act of touch.”
“There is more than one kind of freedom, said Aunt Lydia. Freedom to and freedom from. In the days of anarchy, it was freedom to. Now you are being given freedom from. Don’t underrate it.”
“We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it. Nothing changes instantaneously: in gradually heating bathtub you’d be boiled to death before you knew it.”
“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.”
“The sky is clear but hard to make out, because of the searchlight; but yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink. The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway.”
“I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without a shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also a light.”
“But who can remember a pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see.”
“Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like a dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see the night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloudcover.”
“God is love, they said once, but we reversed that, and love, like Heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.”
“I would like to be without a shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.”
“Whether this is my end or a new beginning I have no way of knowing: I have given myself over into the hands of strangers, because it can’t be helped. And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.”
“As all historian knows, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and, try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our own day.”