The Guest. Daru: Character Traits “Was born in this desolate region, felt at home at here , everywhere else he felt like an exile. Lived like a monk in his remote school house but felt like a lord due to the relative poverty.”
Page 72, 3rd paragraph.
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Receptive, Hospitable, Accommodating, page 74, 2nd paragraph.
“Within earshot, Balducci shouted, “One hour to do the three kilometres from El Ameur!” Daru did not answer. Short and square in his thrick sweater, he watched them climb. Not once had the Arab raised his head. “Hello,” said Daru when they got up onto the terrace. “Come in and warm up.” Balducci painfully got down from his horse without letting go of the rope. He smiled at the schoolmaster from under his bristling mustache. His little dark eyes, deepset under a tanned forehead, and his mouth surrounded with wrinkles made him look attentive and studious. Daru took the bridle, led the horse to the shed, and came back to the two men who were now waiting for him in the school. He led them into his room. “I am going to heat up the classroom,” he said. “We’ll be more comfortable there.””
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Kind, page 75, 1st paragraph.
“When he held out the glass of tea to the prisoner, Daru hesitated at teh sight of his bound hands. “He might perhaps be untied.” “Sure,” said Balducci. “That was for the trip.” He started to get to this feet. But Daru, setting the glass on the floor, had knelt beside the Arab.”
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Dispassionate, page 75, 11th paragraph. “”Then I’ll wait for the declaration of war!””
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Impatient with the baseness of men, page 76, paragraph 8. “…Daru felt a sudden wrath against the man, against all men with their rotten spite, their tireless hates, their blood lust.”
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Disgusted ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” page 77, paragraph 4.
“”Listen, Balducci,” Daru said suddently, “all this disgusts me, beginning with tyour fellow here. but I won’t hand him over. Fight, yes, if I have to. But not that.”
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Honour, page 77, paragraph 4. page 82, paragraph 4. ““Listen, Balducci,” Daru said suddently, “all this disgusts me, beginning with tyour fellow here. but I won’t hand him over. Fight, yes, if I have to. But not that.”
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Gregarious, page 81, paragraph 2. “…Then he listened for his guest’s breathing, which had become heavier and more regular. He listened to that breathing so close to him and mused without being able to go to sleep. In the room where he had been sleeping alone for a year, this presence bothered him. But it bothered him also because it imposed on him as a sort of brother-hood he refused to accept in the present circumstances; yet he was familiar with it. Men who share teh same rooms, soldiers or prisonsers, develope a strange alliance as if, having cast off their armour with their clothing, they fraternized everying evening, over and above their differences, in the ancient community of dream and fatigue.”
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Vulnerable, page 82, paragraph 3. “…He had hurt him, for he had sent him off as though he didn’t want ot be associated with him. He could still hear the gendarme’s farewell and, without knowing why, he felt strangely empty and vulnerable.”
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Lonely page 84, last paragraph. “Daru looked at the sky, the plateau, and, beyond, the invisible lands streaching all the way to tlhe sea. In this vast landscape he had loved so much, he was alone.”
Undefined. 