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Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end.

Alan Paton

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear.
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Beloved Child Country Cry Fear Inheritor Unborn
These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.
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Beyond Covered Grass Love Roll Sing
The tragedy is that things are not mended again.
ALAN PATON

Again Mend Thing Tragedy
What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?
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Beat Broke Death Down Flesh Heart Knife Living Thrust
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
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Hill Into Lovely Road Run Xopo
The truth is, our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possessions.
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Christian Civilization Compound Fearful Grant Ideal Love Possession Practice Tragic Truth
because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie.
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Away Compass False Journey Lie Life Ned Play Rest Slip
I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.
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All God Hand His Man Sinful Well
There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all.
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All Fall Much Now Silence Talk
Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.
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Ever Except Foot Nothing Quiet
All roads lead to Johannesburg.
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All Road Country Lead Pople
When I go up there, which is my intention, the Big Judge will say to me, Where are your wounds? and if I say I haven’t any, he will say, Was there nothing to fight for?
ALAN PATON

Any Big Go Intention Judge Say Will Wound
But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich.
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Always Better Enrich Fear Impoversih Sorrow
Keep it, guard it, care for it, for it keeps men, guards men, cares for men. Destroy it and man is destroyed.
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Care Destroy Guard Jeep Men
For mines are for men, not for money. And money is not something to go mad about, and throw your hat into the air for.
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Air Hat Mad Men Mine Money Something Throw
What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?
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Another Broke Could Himself Kill Man

Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end.

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