Word: yet
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Ultimately, Edgecomb must make a difficult choice in deciding between duty and right. To follow through with the execution of John Coffey would be to kill an innocent man - yet there is nothing that he can legally do to prevent it. Edgecomb himself expresses fear of damnation, for how could God forgive him for killing one of his messengers? Needless to say, Edgecomb's emotional turmoil is palpable, and his final decision forever impacts his life...
...While Coetzee develops brilliantly the white characters in the novel, there is something disturbing about the one dimensionality of all of the black characters. Petrus in particular never becomes anything more than a stereotype of the newly empowered yet still angry black man, and the seeming shallowness of his value system is chilling. Yet perhaps Coetzee keeps Petrus at a distance to make us realize that despite Lucy and David's liberal attitudes to the new South Africa, the damage done by years of oppression will not just disappear. And they will not be spared the revenge...
...riding my bike on the sidewalks of Harvard Square the other day, speeding to yet another appointment--maybe a class or a meeting or a rehearsal. Who knows? It was something I was late for. I was weaving in and out of pedestrians and passers-by--nothing hazardous or anything, just trying to get through without being forced onto the autobahn that is Mass. Ave., while avoiding the possibility of getting flattened by a tour bus full of inquisitive grandmothers from Coral Gables...
...addition, the rudeness on both sides of the argument really bothered me. The least she could have done, in initiating the whole rhubarb to begin with, was come up with some polite yet clever way of scolding me: "Lovely mountain bike. Perhaps it would function best in the wilderness." And I would not have retorted so contemptuously. "Such is the urban jungle," I would reply, eyes twinkling, and we'd both go our merry ways...
...Yet rudeness somehow throws a switch in our heads and turns us into people we are not. Suddenly we are screaming, cursing, falling to our knees and waving both extended middle fingers into the air, howling like a beast...