Voltaire’in Oedipus oyunu 18 Kasim 1718 tarihinde Paris’te sahnelendi.
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Voltaire’in Oedipus oyunu 18 Kasim 1718 tarihinde Paris’te sahnelendi.
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George Bernard Shaw’un Binbasi Barbara (Major Barbara) oyunu ilk kez 19 Kasim 1905 tarihinde Londra, Royal Court Theatre’da sahnelendi.
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Italyan yonetmen Bernardo Bertolucci’nin babasi sair Attilio Bertolucci’nin dogum yil donumu (18 Kasim 1911)
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Senin icin toplayacagim
Bahcenin son gulunu
Ilk sislerde
Ciceklenen beyaz gulu.
Onu gordu hirsli arilar
Dune kadar
Ama o hala o kadar tatli ki
Titretir.
Otuz yasindaki bir resmindir
Biraz unutkan, o zaman olacagin gibi.
Fransiz roman ve deneme yazari ve edebi elestirmen Marcel Proust’un olum yil donumu (18 Kasim 1922)
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"Ne var ki, uzak bir gecmisten geriye hicbir sey kalmadiginda, insanlar oldukten, nesneler yok olduktan sonra, bir tek, onlardan daha kirilgan, ama daha uzun omurlu, daha maddeden yoksun, daha surekli, daha sadik olan koku ve tat, daha cok uzun bir sure, ruhlar gibi, diger her seyin yikintisi uzerinde hatirlamaya, beklemeye, ummaya, neredeyse elle tutulamayan damlaciklarinin ustunde, bukulmeden, hatiranin devasa yapisini tasimaya devam ederler."¯ Marcel Proust, Kayip Zamanin Izinde
“Sevdigimiz zaman, ask o kadar buyuktur ki, bir butun olarak icimize sigmaz; sevdigimiz insana dogru yayilir, onda kendisini durduran, baslangic noktasina geri donmeye zorlayan bir yuzey bulur; iste karsimizdakinin hisleri dedigimiz sey, kendi sevgimizin carpip geri donusudur; bizi gidisten daha fazla etkilemesinin, buyulemesinin sebebiyse, kendimizden ciktigini fark etmeyesimizdir.” Marcel Proust, Cicek Acmis Genc Kizlarin Golgesinde - Kayip Zamanin Izinde (2)
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“When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within ourselves. It radiates towards the loved one, finds there a surface which arrests it, forcing it to return to its starting-point, and it is this repercussion of our own feeling which we call the other's feelings and which charms us more then than on its outward journey because we do not recognise it as having originated in ourselves.”
Akademi Odullu Amerikali aktor James Coburn’un dogum yil donumu (18 Kasim 1928)
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Kanadali yazar ve sair Margaret Atwood'un dogum gunu (18 Kasim 1939)
"Hicbir dey bir anda degismez: derece derece isinan bir kuvette farkina varmadan haslanarak olursunuz. Elbette gazetelerde oykuler vardi, hendeklerdeki ya da ormanlardaki cesetler, olesiye dovulmus ya da sakatlanmis, eskiden dedikleri gibi saldiriya ugramis; ancak bunlar baska kadinlar hakkindaydi ve bunlari yapan erkekler baska erkeklerdi. Hicbiri tanidigimiz erkekler degildi. Gazete oykuleri bizim icin ruya gibiydi, baskalarinin gordugu kotu ruyalar. Ne korkunc, derdik, oyleydiler, ancak inanilir olmaksizin korkunctular. Asiri melodramatiktiler, bizim hayatimiza ait olmayan bir boyuta sahiptiler. Gazetelere konu olmayan insanlardik biz. Baski kenarlarindaki beyaz bos alanlarda yasiyorduk. Bu bize daha cok ozgurluk verirdi.Oykuler arasżndaki bosluklarda yasardik." Damizlik Kizin Oykusu
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"Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it. There were stories in the newspapers, of course, corpses in ditches or the woods, bludgeoned to death or mutilated, interfered with, as they used to say, but they were about other women, and the men who did such things were other men. None of them were the men we knew. The news paper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others. How awful, we would say, and they were, but they were awful without being believable. They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives. We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories."
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Amerikali aktris Linda Evans’in dogum gunu (18 Kasim 1942)
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Ingiliz yazar ve cizgi roman yazari Alan Moore’un dogum gunu (18 Kasim 1953)
“Timarhaneye kapatilmis iki deli, bir gece kacmaya karar verir. Catiya cikarlar ve bir tanesi karsidaki evin damina atlayiverir. Ancak digeri atlamaktan korkmaktadir. Ilk atlayan deli korkmakta olan arkadasina; ‘Yanimda fenerim var, onu sana dogru tutarim. Sen de isiga basarak karsiya geciverirsin’ der. Atlayamayan deli kafasini sallar ve ‘Sen beni deli mi sandin? Ya yari yoldayken feneri sondurursen ne olacak?’ der.” Batman-Olduren Saka
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“See, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum... and one night, one night they decide they don't like living in an asylum any more. They decide they're going to escape! So, like, they get up onto the roof, and there, just across this narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away in the moon light. Stretching away to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across with no problem. But his friend, his friend didn't dare make the leap. Y'see.Y'see, he's afraid of falling. So then, the first guy has an idea.He says 'Hey! I have my flashlight with me! I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings. You can walk along the beam and **** me!' B-but the second guy just shakes his head. He suh-says.He says 'Wh-what do you think I am? Crazy? You'd turn it off when I was half way across!”