Over and over and with the least provocation, they pulled from their stock of stories tales about the old folks, their grands and great-grands; their fathers and mothers. Dangerous confrontations, clever manoeuvres. Testimonies to endurance, wit, skill and strength. Tales of luck and outrage. But why were there no stories to tell of themselves? About their own lives they shut up. Had nothing to say, pass on. As though past heroism was enough of a future to live by. As though, rather than children, they wanted duplicates.
by Toni Morrison
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In the narrative, the characters frequently recount stories from the past, focusing on the experiences of their ancestors and the challenges they faced. These tales reflect themes of resilience, intelligence, and strength, showcasing their heritage and historical struggles. However, a noticeable absence emerges as they fail to share their own personal stories, choosing instead to cling to the legacies of their forebears. This reliance on the past raises questions about their identities and futures.

The characters appear to find solace in the achievements of their ancestors, perhaps believing that these stories are sufficient for their present and future lives. Instead of fostering new experiences or narratives, they seem to desire replicas of their lineage, suggesting a hesitation to carve out their own paths. This dynamic highlights a tension between honoring the past and engaging with the present, underscoring a longing for continuity over individuality.

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