the chosen
taken from the 1967 chaim potok book.
listen next time. listen when someone talks to you.
i am very proud of the way you handled yourself today.
it’s after five, sleepyhead.
we’ll have to put a bandage over that eye.
you’re not taking care of yourself, you know. your voice sounds awful.
that’s some pretty strong language, “vulgar and disgusting”.
i’m not being melodramatic. i really wanted to kill you.
you’re not the center of the world, friend.
you slept almost a full day.
before you tell me how much you hate me, let me tell you that i’m sorry about what happened.
you really frightened me, talking that way. are you sure you’re all right?
how are you? you’re the one in the hospital.
i’ve been waiting here ten minutes for you to wake up.
your eyes look bloodshot.
that’s a pretty sad thing to think about. to be doing things without really knowing why you’re doing them.
it has been some day for you.
you’re a lucky boy. it could’ve been a lot worse.
you heard my little talk?
(name), as you grow older you will discover that the most important things that will happen to you will often come as a result of silly things, as you call them. “ordinary things” is a better expression.
what’s that, part of your religion or something?
i’m – i’m a little trapped. i’ll work it out, though – somehow.
what i thought was rotten was the way you wouldn’t let me talk.
that’s a funny thing for you to say.
i’m trapped now, too. do you know what it’s like to be trapped?
we have a terrible responsibility. we must replace the treasures we have lost.
that was rotten, all right. i’m really sorry.
there is so much pain in the world. what does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye?
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