The man was bearing down on me. My hands were limp and wet. Please, I thought. Please. Who was I addressing? The man? God? Whoever handled these things.

Emma Cline
The man was bearing down on me. My hands were...
The man was bearing down on me. My hands were...
The man was bearing down on me. My hands were...
The man was bearing down on me. My hands were...
About This Quote

This is a quote from the novel, "Cat's Cradle," by Kurt Vonnegut. In this quote, the speaker is asking God to save him from being hit by a car. He asks that it be done quickly. The speaker is in a hurry and wants his life to end quickly.

In this case, he asks for death. The writer makes the speaker say that it's just a matter of time before he'll be hit by a car and he wants to take his own life and not wait and die later on. Moreover, Vonnegut uses the word "please," which implies that this man was desperate and wanted his life to end as soon as possible.

Source: The Girls

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