Émile Zola, "Germinal"

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Émile Zola, "Germinal" (1885; Roger Pearson 영역본 2004)

 

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"'You listen to me. I want you to go and pick some dandelions for tonight's salad. Do you understand? And if you don't come back with that salad, you'll have me to reckon with.'" (p. 115)

 

"Now that God was dead, justice would be the means of human happiness, ushering in the age of equality and the brotherhood of men.' (p. 171)

 

"When the miners had returned to the pits, vanquished by hunger after two and a half months out on strike, they had been forced to accept the separate rate for the timbering, this disguised pay-cut that was even more odious to them now that it was stained with the blood of their comrades. They were being robbed of an hour's pay and made to break their oath that they would never give in; and this enforced perjury stuck in their throats with the bitterness of gall.... All over the region, along roads still plunged in darkness, the herd was tramping through the mists of dawn, long lines of men plodding along with their noses to the ground like cattle being led to the slaughterhouse.... But behind this mass return to work, among these black, wordless shadows who neither laughed nor even looked abot them, one could sense the teeth greeted in anger, the hearts brimming with hatred, and the reluctant acceptance of one master and one master only: the need to eat." (p. 522)  

 

"And that was all. They said no more. There was a cage waiting, and she was angrily being told to get in or face a fine. So she decided she'd better go, and shook him by the hand. He felt very sad as he watched her leave, so aged and worn out, with her bloodless face, and the mousy hair poking out under her blue cap, and the body of a fine specimen of a woman who'd had too many children, a stout body that now looked misshapen in its trousers and its cotten jacket. And in this final handshake he recognized once again the long, silent grip that promised support for the day when they would all try again. He understood perfectly, he had seen the calm face in her eyes. See you again soon, and next time we'll really show 'em." (p. 528)

 

"The sun was rising gloriously on the horizon, stirring the countryside to a joyful awakening. A tide of gold was sweeping over the immense plain from east to west as the warmth of life took hold, spreading out in a tremulous wave of vibrant newness and youth that mingled the sighs of the earth, the songs of the birds and every murmur and whisper of stream and wood. It was good to be alive, the old world wanted to see another spring." (p. 529)