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There is a man sleeping in the grass. And over him is gathering the greatest storm of all his days.

Alan Paton

I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.
ALAN PATON

All God Hand His Man Sinful Well
The ground is holy, being even as it came from the Creator.
ALAN PATON

Being Came Creator Ground Holy
Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply… For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.
ALAN PATON

Beloved Child Country Cry Fear Inheritor Unborn
Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear.
ALAN PATON

Beloved Child Country Cry Fear Inheritor Unborn
All roads lead to Johannesburg.
ALAN PATON

All Road Country Lead Pople
There is only one way in which one can endure man’s inhumanity to man and that is to try, in one’s own life, to exemplify man’s humanity to man.
ALAN PATON

Endure Inhumanity Life One Only Own Way
Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal.
ALAN PATON

Can God Heal Hill Music Name Now River Such Thank
And whether they do not see him there in the grass, or whether they fear to halt even a moment, but they do not wake him, they let him be.
ALAN PATON

Ehetehr Grass Halt Moment Movement See Wake
There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all.
ALAN PATON

All Fall Much Now Silence Talk
Nosecond Johannesburg isneededuponthe earth.One is enough.
ALAN PATON

Enough No One People Second
Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools
ALAN PATON

Behind Eat Fool Nothing Panel Polish Wood
If you wrote a novel in South Africa which didn’t concern the central issues, it wouldn’t be worth publishing.
ALAN PATON

Central Concern Country Novel Publish Ussie Worth Wrote
And money is not something to go mad about …
ALAN PATON

Mad Money Something
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?
ALAN PATON

Beat Broke Death Down Flesh Heart Knife Living Thrust
It was not his habit to dwell on what could have been, but what could never be.
ALAN PATON

Been Could Dwell Habit never
But perhaps when you were too obedient, and did not do openly what others did, and were quiet in church and hard-working at school.
ALAN PATON

Hard Obedient Open Other Perhaps Quiet School Too Wear Work

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