“The Commander knocks at the door.The knock is prescribed.”
“She likes to keep him waiting.It’s a little thing, but in this household little things mean a lot.”
the sitting roomis supposed to beSerena Joy's territory, he's supposed ask permission to enter it.
“He inserts the key, opens the box, lifts out the Bible. [...] The Bible is kept locked up [...] who knows what we’d make of it, if we ever got our hands on it?”
"We watch him: every inch, every flicker. [...] “Still, it must be hell, to be a man, like that.It must be just fine.It must be hell.It must be very silent.”
“We lean towards him a little, iron filings to his magnet.He has something we don’t have, he has the word.How we squandered it, once.”
“I couldn’t stand the thoughtof her not being here, with me. For me.”
“I pray silently: Nolite te bastardes carborondorum.I don’t know what it means, but it sounds right, and it will have to do, because I don’t knowwhat else I can say to God.”
Her feet did not look like feet at all.They looked like drowned feet, swollen and boneless, except for the colour.They looked like lungs.”
I knew they made that up, I knew it was wrong, and that they left things out too, but there was no way of checking.
For our purposesyour feet and your handsare not essential
Moira lay on her bed, an example. She shouldn't of tried it, not with the Angels, Alma said, from the next bed over.
Behold my maid Bilhah.She shall bear upon my knees, that I mayalso have children by her.And so on and so forth.