The Handmaids Tale Flashcards
In the desert there is no sign that says
thou shalt not eat stones
think of it as being in
the army
A chair
a table, a lamp
Thinking can
hurt your chances and I intend to last
the circumstances have been reduced
for those of us that still have circumstances
She didn’t step aside… There is push
and shove, these days, over such toeholds
I know you aren’t
stupid
She did this decisively,
one jab and one grind
He begins to whistle.
Then he winks.
The truth is that she is my
spy, as I am hers
I enjoy the power;
the power of a dog bone, passive but there
Freedom
to and freedom from
She a magic presence to us,
an object of envy and desire, we covet her
The women teeter on their
spiked feet
The smell of nail polish has made
me hungry
What you must be, girls,
is impenetrable. She called us girls.
Luke wasn’t a doctor.
isn’t.
Ordinary, said Aunt Lydia,
is what you are used to
Where should I go?
Somewhere good. Moira
Those that can believe that such stories are only stories
have a better chance
she presented this failure of hers
as a sacrifice she was making for the good of all
The knife she uses is
sharp and bright, and tempting. I would like to have a knife like that.
He is
violating custom
Was he invading? Was he in my room?
I called it mine.
im communing with her
this unknown woman
We lived, as usual by
ignoring. Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it
We are all
honey
genuine, genuine
sympathy; and yet he is enjoying this
I am a nat
ional resource
What I must present is a made
thing, not something born
I wish I had a pig
ball
its safer to make things up
than to say you had nothing to reveal
her fault her fault her fault
we chant in unison… we meant it, which is the bad part
-reflect mass hysteria of salem witch trials ‘safer to make something up than say you have nothing to reveal’
I feel ridiculously
happy
He looks over us as if
taking inventory
he manages to look
puzzled, as if he cant quite remember how we all got in here
The rings of her left hand cut into my fingers.
it may or may not be revenge
which of us is it
worse for, her or me
sanity is a
valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money
Pleasure is a
egg
we grip each others hands
we are no longer single
you wanted a womens culture
well now there is one
Janine was like a
puppy that had been kicked too often