There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
These hills are grass-covered and rolling and they are lovely
beyond any singing of it. The road climbs seven miles into them,
to Carisbrooke; and from there, if there is no mist, you look
down on one of the fairest valleys of Africa.
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First lines of novel, Chapter 1. |
They go to Johannesburg, and there they are lost, and no one
hears of them at all.
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Chapter 2. |
Happy the eyes that can close.
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Narrator's comment on finding peace in
a troubled society, Chapter 2. |
The white man has broken the tribe. And it is my belief -
and again I ask your pardon - that it cannot be mended again.
But the house that is broken, and the man that falls apart when
the house is broken, these are the tragic things. That is why
children break the law, and old white people are robbed and
beaten.
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Rev. Msimangu, Chapter 5. |
She has many husbands.
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Chapter 5. |
One day in Johannesburg, and already the tribe was being rebuilt,
the house and soul being restored.
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Chapter 6. |
I see only one hope for our country, and that is when white
men and black men...desiring only the good of their country,
come together to work for it...I have one great fear in my heart,
that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find
we are turned to hating.
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Msimangu on fears about future relations
between black and white people in South Africa, Chapter 7. |
All roads lead to Johannesburg.
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Chapter 9. |
Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music,
that the name of a river can heal.
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Chapter 10. |
Who indeed knows the secret of the earthly pilgrimage? Who
indeed knows why there can be comfort in a world of desolation.
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Stephen Kumalo's thoughts during his stay
in Johannesburg, Chapter 10. |
This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties
of any country...Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the
custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead,
for the woman and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country,
these things are not yet at an end.
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Narrator reflects how grave and ingrained
South Africa's problems are, Chapter 11. |
And he was silent again, for who is not silent when someone
is dead, who was a small bright boy?
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An upset Kumalo remembers the murdered
man as a child, Chapter 11. |
Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the
inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply.
Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his
fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red
the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds
of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a
mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives
too much.
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Narrator's disquiet at condition of his
country, Chapter 12. |
The tribe was broken, and would be mended no more.
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Kumalo's realization on discovering depths
to which his sister and son have sunk in Johannesburg, Chapter
13. |
Have no doubt it is fear in his eyes.
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Chapter 14. |
You see, my brother, there is no proof that my son or this
other young man was there at all.
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Chapter 14. |
We do what is in us, and why it is in us, that is also a secret.
It is Christ in us, crying that men may be succoured and forgiven,
even when He Himself is forsaken.
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Chapter 15. |
It is not permissible to add to one's possesions if these
things can only be done at the cost of other men. Such development
has only one true name, and that is exploitation.
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Chapter 20. |
The truth is that our society is not Christian; it is a tragic
compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of high assurance
and desperate anxiety, of loving charity and fearful clutching
of possession. Allow me a minute..
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Last words of manuscript Arthur Jarvis
was working on a few moments before he was murdered, Chapter
21. |
In a land of fear this incorruptibility is like a lamp set
upon a stand, giving light to all that are in the house.
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Chapter 22. |
No second Johannesburg is needed upon the earth. One is enough.
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Narrator's comment on idea that another
great city will arise in South Africa following discovery of
gold in Odendaalrust, Chapter 23. |
This thing that is the heaviest thing of all my years, is
the heaviest thing of all your years also.
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Chapter 25. |
There was a brightness in him.
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Chapter 25. |
And then what will happen to the carpenter's shop, that brings
in eight, ten, twelve pounds a week?.
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Chapter 26. |
In the deserted harbour, there is yet water that laps against
the quays. In the dark and silent forest there is a leaf that
falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away
the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.
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Narrator on complacency of white South
Africans after mineworkers' strike ends, Chapter 26. |
I shall care for your child, my son, even as if it were my
own.
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Chapter 29. |
I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that
is all.
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Chapter 29. |
Something deep is touched here, something that is good and
deep.
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Chapter 30. |
Forgive us all, for we all have trespasses.
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Chapter 30. |
Pain and suffering, they are a secret. Kindness and love,
they are a secret. But I have learned that kindness and love
can pay for pain and suffering.
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Kumalo's thoughts expressed to his friend
on his return from Ndotsheni, Chapter 30. |
When you go, something bright will go out of Ndotsheni.
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Chapter 33. |
That is a small angel from God.
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Chapter 33. |
Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.
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Chapter 34. |
And now for all the people of Africa, the beloved country.
Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika, God save Africa. But he would not see
that salvation. It lay afar off, because men were afraid of
it. Because, to tell the truth, they were afraid of him, and
his wife, and Msimangu, and the young demonstrator. And what
was there evil in their desires, in their hunger? That man should
walk upright in the land where they were born, and be free to
use the fruits of the earth, what was there evil in it?...They
were afraid because they were so few. And such fear could not
be cast out, but by love.
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These thoughts are part of novel's conclusion
as Kumalo keeps vigil on the mountain while Absalom hangs, Chapter
36. |
One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that
is only begun.
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Chapter 36. |
For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand
centuries, never failing. But when that dawn will come, of our
emancipation, from the fear of bondage and the bondage of fear,
why, that is a secret.
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Kumalo's final thoughts at dawn on the
mountain, Chapter 36. |