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Chapter 17:
Now he could see all of the colors; and he could keep them, too, so that the trees and grass and bushes stayed green in his vision. Gabriel's rosy cheeks stayed pink, even when he slept. And apples were always, always red.(The memory from the Giver brought Jonas a brand new world.)
Now he had, in the memories, experienced injustice and cruelty, and he had reacted with rage that welled up so passionately inside him that the thought of discussing it calmly at the evening meal was unthinkable.(Now I realized that anger and impatience has a lot of differences. And the members of the community’s feelings are plain and unchangeable.)
But now Jonas had experienced real sadness. He had felt grief. He knew that there was no quick comfort for emotions like those. (It’s like the feelings new people get were fake.)
In his mind, Jonas saw again the face of the boy who had lain dying on a field and had begged him for water. He had a sudden choking feeling, as if it were difficult to breathe.(The children in this time didn’t know the real scene of the real war. They couldn’t imagine the pain, they thought a game of war was fun.)
His child- hood, his friendships, his carefree sense of security -- all of these things seemed to be slipping away. With his new, heightened feelings, he was overwhelmed by sadness at the way the others had laughed and shouted, playing at war.(Because of all the ‘red’ feelings, Jonas’s life was changed a lot.)
It was hard to believe that it was almost December again, that almost a year had passed since he had become a Twelve.( Time past quickly.)
He glanced down, grinning at Gabriel. "Then I wave bye-bye," he said, in the special sweet voice he used when he spoke to the new child. He waved his hand in the familiar gesture.(You have to have lots of love to be a nurturer like Jonas’s father.)
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