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The Night Came Slowly

The narrator has lost interest in people and finds more meaning in nature. As night falls, the narrator lies under a maple tree listening to the sounds of nature, finding the night soothing. Katydids sing a sleep song while leaves rustle in the wind. The spell is broken when a man invites the narrator to his Bible class, though the narrator finds the man detestable and would rather learn of Christ from the eternal stars.

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The Night Came Slowly

The narrator has lost interest in people and finds more meaning in nature. As night falls, the narrator lies under a maple tree listening to the sounds of nature, finding the night soothing. Katydids sing a sleep song while leaves rustle in the wind. The spell is broken when a man invites the narrator to his Bible class, though the narrator finds the man detestable and would rather learn of Christ from the eternal stars.

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The Night Came Slowly

by Kate Chopin

I am losing my interest in human beings; in the significance of their lives and


their actions. Some one has said it is better to study one man than ten books.
I want neither books nor men; they make me suffer. Can one of them talk to
me like the night – the Summer night? Like the stars or the caressing wind?

The night came slowly, softly, as I lay out there under the maple tree. It came
creeping, creeping stealthily out of the valley, thinking I did not notice. And the
outlines of trees and foliage nearby blended in one black mass and the night
came stealing out from them, too, and from the east and west, until the only
light was in the sky, filtering through the maple leaves and a star looking down
through every cranny.

The night is solemn and it means mystery.

Human shapes flitted by like intangible things. Some stole up like little mice to
peep at me. I did not mind. My whole being was abandoned to the soothing
and penetrating charm of the night.

The katydids began their slumber song: they are at it yet. How wise they are.
They do not chatter like people. They tell me only: “sleep, sleep, sleep.” The
wind rippled the maple leaves like little warm love thrills.

Why do fools cumber the Earth! It was a man’s voice that broke the
necromancer’s spell. A man came to-day with his “Bible Class.” He is
detestable with his red cheeks and bold eyes and coarse manner and speech.
What does he know of Christ? Shall I ask a young fool who was born
yesterday and will die tomorrow to tell me things of Christ? I would rather ask
the stars: they have seen him.

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