Book: Book I of Cry, The Beloved Country (https://oxvard. files. wordpress. com/2018/05/cry-beloved-country-ala n-paton-312-pp. pdf) Include a one-sentence explanation of how the quote reveals the theme (also, try to add another additional quote regarding the theme with its explanation):

Theme: The corrosive effects of fear.

Quotes:

"Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that's the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing. Nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him if he gives too much." - (80)

One of our young boys snatched a bag there from an old white woman, and she fell to the ground, and died there of shock and fear. (44)

There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all. This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any country. Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens the pages of these messengers of doom. Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. (73)

HAVE no doubt it is fear in the land. For what can men do when so many have grown lawless? Who can enjoy the lovely land, who can enjoy the seventy years, and the sun that pours down on the earth, when there is fear in the heart? (beginning of chapter 12)

Some say it is true that crime is bad, but would this not be worse? Is it not better to hold what we have, and to pay the price of it with fear? And others say, can such fear be endured? For is it not this fear that drives men to ponder these things at all? (79)

Yet, he comforted himself, that was Johannesburg. And yet again, and the fear smote him as grievously as ever (87)

My friend, your anxiety turned to fear, and your fear turned to sorrow. But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich. (108)

Sorrow is better than fear, said Father Vincent doggedly. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey (108)

The journey had begun. And now the fear back again, the fear of the unknown, the fear of the great city where boys were killed crossing the street, the fear of sickness. Deep down the fear for his son. Deep down the fear of a man who lives in a world not made for him, whose own world is slipping away, dying, being destroyed, beyond any recall (14)