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The memories had fallen behind him now, escaping from his protebuy bitcoin gold robinhoodction to return to the people of his community. Were there any left at all? Could he hold on to a last bit of warmth? Did he still have the strength to Give? Could Gabriel still Receive?He pressed his hands into Gabriel's back and tried to remember sunshine. For a moment it seemed that nothing came to him, that his power was completely gone. Then it flickered suddenly, and he felt tiny tongues of heat begin to creep across and into his frozen feet and legs. He felt his face begin to glow and the tense, cold skin of his arms and hands relax. For a fleeting second he felt that he wanted to keep it for himself, to let himself bathe in sunlight, unburdened by anything or anyone else.
But the moment passed and was followed by an urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love. Aching from the effort, he forced the memory of warmth into the thin, shivering body in his arms.Gabriel stirred. For a moment they both were bathed in warmth and renewed strength as they stood hugging each other in the blinding snow.Jonas began to walk up the hill.The memory was agonizingly brief. He had trudged no more than a few yards through the night when it was gone and they were cold again.But his mind was alert now. Warming himself ever so briefly had shaken away the lethargy and resignation and restored his will to survive. He began to walk faster on feet that he could no longer feel. But the hill was treacherously steep; he was impeded by the snow and his own lack of strength. He didn't make it very far before he stumbled and fell forward.
On his knees, unable to rise, Jonas tried a second time. His consciousness grasped at a wisp of another warm memory, and tried desperately to hold it there, to enlarge it and pass it into Gabriel. His spirits and strength lifted with the momentary warmth and he stood. Again, Gabriel stirred against him as he began to climb.But the memory faded, leaving him colder than before.Gouges, Marie Olympe (1748-1793), Fr. author, played a prominent role during the French Revolution with numerous brochures on social questions and several plays. One of the few during the Revolution who campaigned for human rights to apply to women. In 1791 published "Declaration on the Rights of Women." Beheaded in 1793 for daring to defend Louis XVI and oppose Robespierre. (Lit: L. Lacour, "Les Origines du feminisme contem-porain," 1900)
Kant...the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me...It was close to midnight before Major Albert Knag called home to wish Hilde a happy birthday. Hilde's mother answered the telephone."It's for you, Hilde."
"Are you crazy? It's nearly midnight!""I just wanted to say Happy Birthday ...""You've been doing that all day.""... but I didn't want to call before the day was over."
"Why?""Didn't you get my present?""Yes, I did. Thank you very much.""I can't wait to hear what you think of it."
"It's terrific. I have hardly eaten all day, it's so exciting.""I have to know how far you've gotten."
"They just went inside the major's cabin because you started teasing them with a sea serpent.""The Enlightenment."
"And Olympe de Gouges.""So I didn't get it completely wrong.""Wrong in what way?""I think there's one more birthday greeting to come. But that one is set to music.""I'd better read a little more before I go to sleep.""You haven't given up, then?"
"I've learned more in this one day than ever before. I can hardly believe that it's less than twenty-four hours since Sophie got home from school and found the first envelope.""It's strange how little time it takes to read."
"But I can't help feeling sorry for her.""For Mom?"
"No, for Sophie, of course.""Why?"
"The poor girl is totally confused.""But she's only ...""You were going to say she's only made up.""Yes, something like that."
"I think Sophie and Alberto really exist.""We'll talk more about it when I get home."
"Okay.""Have a nice day."
"What?""I mean good night."
"Good night."When Hilde went to bed half an hour later it was still so light that she could see the garden and the little bay. It never got really dark at this time of the year.She played with the idea that she was inside a picture hanging on the wall of the little cabin in the woods. She wondered if one could look out of the picture into what surrounded it.Before she fell asleep, she read a few more pages in the big ring binder.
Sophie put the letter from Hilde's father back on the mantel."What he says about the UN is not unimportant," said Alberto, "but I don't like him interfering in my presentation."
"I don't think you should worry too much about that." "Nevertheless, from now on I intend to ignore all extraordinary phenomena such as sea serpents and the like. Let's sit here by the window while I tell you about Kant."Sophie noticed a pair of glasses lying on a small table between two armchairs. She also noticed that the lenses were red.
Maybe they were strong sunglasses . . ."It's almost two o'clock," she said. "I have to be home before five. Mom has probably made plans for my birthday."