Life is a doll of blunt despair

Monte 2022-04-19 09:01:49

Casey's eyes have been drifting in front of his eyes.
The waves are calm, empty but content. She was always able to control herself, forbear in her emotions, smile sadly, and think silently. Joy or sorrow are so slow, big eyes look at the world without blinking.
Such girls always have a lot of content in their hearts, and they are reluctant to show people easily, but they are rich and sensitive.

Why, others can control their destiny.
Just because their deities are scum, prostitutes, and slums.
So their whole life only needs to be cut open again and again and broken.
It was arbitrarily removed, then the heart stopped beating, the ventilator was unplugged, and it was disposed of on the operating table.
Casey has love, pain, and soul. She should not accept this fate.

What I find incomprehensible is why they didn't run away, instead accepting this fate without a struggle. The only resistance is to apply for a deferment.
Maybe there is something else I don't know.

I like tommy as a kid. Very boy, very cute, grow up and grow bad. .
Kathy's last look at Tommy from the operating table recalls the sight of her sneaking up on him in Hayerson.
The girl who didn't hide her feelings without intention, looked at him without flinching, and still looked at him so quietly now.
In such a life, even in such a life, she has lost too much. Too many good times, she wasn't with the person she loved the most.
I can only look forward to seeing his figure in the last twilight, hoping to hear his call.

kathy's tears were silent, always restrained so well.
Like a blunt desperate doll.
Could life be so cheap and without dignity?
Tommy stepped out of the car and cried out in despair. This was the only release, and I also burst into tears while watching the movie.

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Never Let Me Go quotes

  • Kathy: It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I'd known, maybe I'd have kept tighter hold of them and not let unseen tides pull us apart.

  • [first lines]

    Kathy: My name is Kathy H. I'm 28 years old. I've been a carer for nine years. And I'm good at my job. My patients always do better than expected, and are hardly ever classified as agitated, even if they're about to make a donation. I'm not trying to boast, but I feel a great sense of pride in what we do. Carers and donors have achieved so much. That said, we aren't machines. In the end it wears you down. I suppose that's why I now spend most of my time not looking forwards, but looking back, to The Cottages and Hailsham, and what happened to us there. Me. Tommy. And Ruth.