Bonjour à tous,
Salut à tous,Je dois étudier un texte en anglais mais je ne comprends pas l'histoir donc je voulais vous demander si quelqu'un avait cvompris ce texte et il pouvait me l'expliquer de quoi sa parle le contexte de l'histoire le lieu car je n'est pas compris merci!!!
The story is set in the distant future
When I got back to the house nobody was there. Luke was still at work , my daugther was at school . I felt tired , bone-tired , but when I sat down I got up again , I couldn’t seem to sit still . I wandered through the house , from room to room . I renember touching things , not even that consciously , just placing my fingers on them , things like the toaster ,the sugar bowl , the ashtray in the living room . After a while I picked up the cat and carried her around with me . I wanted Luke to come home . I though I should do something , take steps , but I didn’t know what steps I could take .
I tried phoning the bank again , but I only got the same recording . I poured myself a glass of milk.
-I told myself I was too jittery for another coffee – and went into the living room and sat down on the sofa and put the glass of milk on the coffee table , carefully , without drinking any of it. I hled the cat up against my chest so I could feel her purring against my throat.
After a while I phoned my mother at her apartment, but there was no answer . She’d settled down more by then , she’d stopped moving every few years , she lived across the rivers , in Boston . I waited while and phoned Moira. She wasn’t there either , but when I tried half an hour later she was in . In between those phone phone calls I just sat on the sofa . What I thought about was my daughter’s school lunches . I thought maybe I’d been giving her too many peanut-butter sandwiches.
I’ve been fired , I told Moira when I goth er on the phone . She said she would come over . By that time she was working for a woman’s collective , the publishing division . They put out things on borth control and rape and things like that , though there wasn’t as much demand for those things as there used to be.
I’ll come over , she said . She must have been able to tell from my voice that this was what I wanted. She got there after some time . So , she said . She threw off her jacket, sprawled into the oversized chair. Tell me. First we’ll have a drink.
She got up and went to the kitchen and poured us a couple of Scotches, and came back and sat down and I tried to tell her what had happened to me. When I’d finished, she said, Tried getting anything on your Compucard today ?
Yes, I said. I told her about that too.
They’ve frozen them, she said. Mine too. The collective’s too . Any account with an F on it instead of an M.All they needed to do is push a few buttons. We’re cut off.
But I’ve got over two thousand dollars in the bank, I said, as if my own account was the only one that mattered.
Women can’t hold property any more, she said. It’s a new law. Turned on the TV today ?
No, I said.
It’s on there, she said. All over the place . She was not stunned, the way i was. In some strange way she was gleeful, as if this was what sh’d been expecting for some time and now she’d been proven right. She even looked more energetic, more determined. Luke can use your Compucount for you, she said. They’ll transfer your number to him, or that’s what they say. Husband or male next of kin.
But what about you ? I said. She didn’t have anyone.
I’ll go undergrond, she said.
But why ? I said. Why did they ?
Ours is not to reason why, said Moira. They had to do it that way, the Compucounts and the jobs both at once. Can you picture the airports, otherwise ? They don’t want us going anywhere, you can bet on that.
From the handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood 1986
Ajout du 07-01-2008 à 13:50:
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