Fransiz yazar ve filozof Albert Camus, Yabanci (The Stranger / The Outsider) romanini 19 Mayis 1942 tarihinde yayinladi.
"Ne zamandir ilk kez olarak, anacigimi dusundum. Hayatinin sonlarinda nicin bir "Nisanli" edinmisti, nicin hayata yeniden basliyormus gibi oyunlara girismisti, anlar gibi oluyordum. Orada, orada da birtakim omurlerin sona erdigi bu Ihtiyarlar Yurdunun cevresinde de aksamlar, huzunlu bir savas araligi gibiydi. Anacigim, olumun esiginde, kendini orada serbest ve her seyi yeni bastan yasamaya hazir hissetmis olmaliydi. Kimsenin, kimseciklerin onun arkasindan aglamaya hakki yoktu. Ben de herseyi yeni bastan yasamaya kendimi hazir hissettim."
"For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a 'fiancé,' why she had played at beginning again. Even there, in that home where lives were fading out, evening was a kind of wistful respite. So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again too."
"Istikbalimin karanlik ufkundan bana dogru, hayatim boyunca, bir cesit israrli ve serin bir ruzgar esiyor. Ve bu esinti, halkin, gayri-hakiki yillar boyunca bana zorlamaga calistigi butun bu fikirleri de duzelttirdi. Digerlerinin olumunun veya bir annenin sevgisinin veya Allahin sevgisinin veya bir kimsenin nasıl yasamak isteyisinin, kendisinin sectigi kaderin ne onemi var? Zira ayni kader, sadece beni degil, onu da, kendilerinin, benim kardeslerim olduklarını soyleyen milyonlarca imtiyazli insani da sececektir. Ve bir gun, hepsi olume mahkûm edilecek; digerlerininki gibi onun da vakti gelecek."
"Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers? Couldn't he see, couldn't he see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. The others would all be condemned one day. And he would be condemned, too."



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