I was moved beyond words, even beyond tears, to think of all that can be lost or gained in the gulf between any act of will and its consequences. What I found there was a vast and exquisitely silent monument to forgiveness. When I finally arrived at Ground Zero in Hiroshima, I stood speechless. To stomp about the world ignoring cultural differences is arrogant, to be sure, but perhaps there is another kind of arrogance in the presumption that we may ever really build a faultless bridge from one shore to another, or even know where the mist has ceded to landfall. What is the central idea of this passage? I became less active in my play, and for the first time in my life I had to pause and think of what was happening to me. ![]() I would grow dizzy and my vision would dim. Whenever I begged for food now my mother would pour me a cup of tea which would still the clamor in my stomach for a moment or two but a little later I would feel hunger nudging my ribs, twisting my empty guts until they ached. But this new hunger baffled me, scared me, made me angry and insistent. The hunger I had known before this had been no grim, hostile stranger it had been a normal hunger that had made me beg constantly for bread, and when I ate a crust or two I was satisfied. Hunger had always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at me gauntly. Hunger stole upon me so slowly that at first I was not aware of what hunger really meant. Read the passage from "The Rights to the Streets of Memphis."
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