Giver Trilogy 01 - The Giver by Lois Lowry Page A

them over the mass of torn thick flesh.
    Finally it tilted its massive head, raised its trunk, and roared into the empty landscape. Jonas had never heard such a sound. It was a sound of rage and grief and it seemed never to end.
    He could still hear it when he opened his eyes and lay anguished on the bed where he received the memories. It
continued to roar into his consciousness as he pedaled slowly home.
    "Lily," he asked that evening when his sister took her comfort object, the stuffed elephant, from the shelf, "did you know that once there really were elephants? Live ones?"
    She glanced down at the ragged comfort object and grinned. "Right," she said, skeptically. "Sure, Jonas."
    Jonas went and sat beside them while his father untied Lily's hair ribbons and combed her hair. He placed one hand on each of their shoulders. With all of his being he tried to give each of them a piece of the memory: not of the tortured cry of the elephant, but of the
being
of the elephant, of the towering, immense creature and the meticulous touch with which it had tended its friend at the end.
    But his father had continued to comb Lily's long hair, and Lily, impatient, had finally wiggled under her brother's touch. "Jonas," she said, "you're
hurting
me with your hand."
    "I apologize for hurting you, Lily," Jonas mumbled, and took his hand away.
    'Ccept your apology," Lily responded indifferently, stroking the lifeless elephant.

    "Giver," Jonas asked once, as they prepared for the day's work, "don't you have a spouse? Aren't you allowed to apply for one?" Although he was exempted from the rules against rudeness, he was aware that this was a rude question. But The Giver had encouraged all of his questions, not seeming to be embarrassed or offended by even the most personal.
    The Giver chuckled. "No, there's no rule against it.
And I did have a spouse. You're forgetting how old I am, Jonas. My former spouse lives now with the Childless Adults."
    "Oh, of course." Jonas
had
forgotten The Giver's obvious age. When adults of the community became older, their lives became different. They were no longer needed to create family units. Jonas's own parents, when he and Lily were grown, would go to live with the Childless Adults.
    "You'll be able to apply for a spouse, Jonas, if you want to. I'll warn you, though, that it will be difficult. Your living arrangements will have to be different from those of most family units, because the books are forbidden to citizens. You and I are the only ones with access to the books."
    Jonas glanced around at the astonishing array of volumes. From time to time, now, he could see their colors. With their hours together, his and The Giver's, consumed by conversation and by the transmission of memories, Jonas had not yet opened any of the books. But he read the titles here and there, and knew that they contained all of the knowledge of centuries, and that one day they would belong to him.
    "So if I have a spouse, and maybe children, I will have to hide the books from them?"
    The Giver nodded. "I wasn't permitted to share the books with my spouse, that's correct. And there are other difficulties, too. You remember the rule that says the new Receiver can't talk about his training?"
    Jonas nodded. Of course he remembered. It had turned out, by far, to be the most frustrating of the rules he was required to obey.
    "When you become the official Receiver, when we're finished here, you'll be given a whole new set of rules. Those are the rules that I obey. And it won't surprise you that I am forbidden to talk about my work to anyone except the new Receiver. That's you, of course.
    "So there will be a whole part of your life which you won't be able to share with a family. It's hard, Jonas. It was hard for me.
    "You do understand, don't you, that this
is
my life? The memories?"
    Jonas nodded again, but he was puzzled. Didn't life consist of the things you did each day? There wasn't anything else, really. "I've seen you taking