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Quote
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Character
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Chapter
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“The stains on the mattress. Like dried flower petals. Not recent. Old love; there’s no other kind of love in this room now.”
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Offred
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9
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"Men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit."
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Offred
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9
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“I ought to feel hatred for this man. I know I ought to feel it, but it isn’t what I do feel. What I feel is more complicated than that. I don’t know what to call it. It isn’t love.”
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Offred
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10
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“In the dark parlour we move away from each other, slowly, as if pulled towards each other by a force, current, pulled apart also by hands equally strong.”
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Offred
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17
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“But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It’s lack of love we die from.”
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Offred
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18
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“The sexual act, although he performed it in a perfunctory way, must have been largely unconscious, for him, like scratching himself.”
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Offred
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26
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“What did we overlook?
Love, I said.
Love? said the Commander. What kind of love? Falling in love, I said. The Commander looked at me with his candid boy’s eyes.”
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Offred/ Commander
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34
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“Love... Don’t let me catch you at it. No mooning and June-ing around here, girls. Love is not the point.”
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Aunt Lydia
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34
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“His mouth is on me, his hands, I can’t wait and he’s moving, already, love, it’s been so long, I’m alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.”
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Offred
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40
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“All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.”
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Offred
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40
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“The fact is that I no longer want to leave, escape, cross the border to freedom. I want to be here, with Nick, where I can get at him.”
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Offred
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41
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