 ... that had just throbbed through the sky. With all his weight Ozzie kneeled on the locked door; any instant he was certain that Rabbi Binder's shoulder would fling it open, splintering the wood into shrapnel and catapulting his body into the sky. But...  Deeply into the Bone: Re-Inventing Rites of Passage - Seite 95von Ronald L. Grimes - 2000 - 393 SeitenEingeschränkte Leseprobe - Über dieses Buch
 | Philip Roth - 1994 - 321 Seiten
...accurately the age of late afternoons in November, for it is in that month, during those hours, thai one's awareness of light seems no longer a matter...discovered himself no longer kneeling, but racing crazily towards the edge of the roof, his eyes crying, his throat screaming, and his arms flying everywhichway... | |
 | The Paris Review - 2003 - 932 Seiten
...catapulting his body into the sky. But the door did not move and below him he heard only the nimble of feet, first loud then dim, like thunder rolling...and louder the question came to him— "Is it me? It is me?"— until he discovered himself no longer kneeling, but racing crazily towards the edge of... | |
 | Kristina Maul - 2007 - 88 Seiten
...Binder's face was a reflex. Now that he is on the roof all by himself, he suddenly begins to think: '"Can this be me?' For a thirteen-year-old who had...question. Louder and louder the question came to him - "It is me? Is it me? - until he discovered himself no longer kneeling, but racing crazily towards... | |
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