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Victoria donemi roman yazari Ingiliz Anthony Trollope’un dogum yildonumu (24 Nisan 1815)



“Bir koca daha cok, bir ev veya bir at gibidir.”




“Hayat teoriden cok farklidir.”

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Mercan Adasi romaniyla unlu Iskoc roman yazari Robert Michael Ballantyne'in dogum yildonumu (24 Nisan 1825)

" 'Ama ben yalniz kitap okuyup da kafasinda baska bir sey bulunmayan adamlara metelik vermem.'

'Onlara ben de metelik vermem ama, oyledir diye kitaplari yakacak, her kitap okuyani begenmeyecek degiliz ya! Sozgelisi, sen bir gemi yapmak istiyorsun; ben de sana geminin nasil yaplldigini uzun uzun anlatiyorum. Sen bundan hic yararlanmaz misin?

Peterkin gulerek: 'Elbette yararlanirim,' dedi.

'Peki. Sana sozle anlatacagima yazi ile anlatsam yine yararli olmaz mi? Senin icin yazacaklarimi kitap olarak bastirsam, o zaman hicbir ise yaramaz mi?' " Mercan Adasi



“ 'But I would not give tuppence for a man of books, if he had nothing else in him.'

'Neither would I,' said Jack; 'but that’s no reason why you should run books down, or think less of me for having read them. Suppose, now, Peterkin, that you wanted to build a ship, and I were to give you a long and particular account of the way to do it, would not that be very useful?'

'No doubt of it,' said Peterkin, laughing.

'And suppose I were to write the account in a letter instead of telling you in words, would that be less useful?'

'Well, suppose I were to print it, and send it to you in the form of a book, would it not be as good and useful as ever?' ”

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1919 yilinda Nobel Edebiyat Odulunu kazanan, Isvicreli sair ve yazar Carl (Friedrich Georg) Spitteler’in dogum yildonumu (24 Nisan 1845)

Korku dolu cigligim karman corman
Duslerimi savurdu da uyandirdi beni,
Can sesine eslik eden kuslarin sakiımasi
Ciceklenmis otların uzerini yaladi gecti,
Dusumdeki dehsetin orta yerine
Sabahin altin isiklari siziverdi sessizce.

Bir gun oyle bir an gelecek ki
Safak bile kurtaramayacak beni
Duslerin gosterdigi yalanlardan
Baska avuntum da kalmayacak o zaman
O kasvetli karanlikta kala yaza
Uyanmamayi tercih edecegim bir daha.



From the nightmare world of dream
I awakened with a scream.
Chime of bells and song of bird
Deep in budding woods I heard;
Broke the friendly golden day,
Fear and anguish fled away.

Come there will a time for me
When no day shall set me free,
When my only comfort shall
Lie in dreams fantastical,
When from darkling night I fain
Never would be waked again.

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1947 yilinda Kralin Tum Adamlari (All the King's Men) romaniyla kurgu dalinda Pulitzer Odulunu kazanan Amerikali sair, roman yazari ve edebi elestirmen Robert Penn Warren'in dogum yildonumu (24 Nisan 1905)

"Benlik, onceden var olan bir oz; zamanin ve degisimin otesindeki mistik bir alemde bulunan bir idea olarak oz seklindeki Platon dusuncesini cagristirir. Absurtlugun ozu de burada, cunku benlik asla bulunamaz, benlik yaratilmalidir. Pasif, sen bir tesaduf degil, binlerce eylemin urunudur; buyuk ya da kucuk, bilincli ya da bilincsiz, 'her seyden uzakta' degil 'her seyle' yuz yuze, iyi ya da kotu, bos zamanda degil, hem calisirken hem de dinlenirken."



"Lurks the idea that the self is a pre-existing entity, a self like a Platonic idea existing in a mystic realm beyond time and change. And the essence of absurdity, too, for the self is never to be found, but must be created, not the happy accident of passivity, but the product of a thousand actions, large and small, conscious or unconscious, performed not 'away from it all,'� but in the face of 'it all,' for better or for worse, in work and leisure rather than in free time."�

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Avusturyali norolog ve psikanalizin kurucusu Sigmund Freud, Ben ve O'yu 24 Nisan 1923'de yayinladi.



"Ego'nun id'le olan iliskisi, biniciyle at arasindaki iliskiye benzetilebilir. Lokomotif gucunu at saglar; buna karsilik binici hedef belirleme ve guclu hayvanin hareketini yonlendirme ayricaligina sahiptir. Ama ego ile id arasinda SIK SIK bu ideale uymayan bir durum ortaya cikar: binici, ati gitmek istedigi yola yonlendirmeye zorlanir. Ego'nun, bastirmadan kaynaklanan direnmeler nedeniyle ayrildigi bir id bolumu vardir. Fakat bastirma id'e uygulanmaz; bastirilan sey id'in kalanina gomulur. / Man könnte das Verhältnis des Ichs zum Es mit dem des Reiters zu seinem Pferd vergleichen. Das Pferd gibt die Energie für die Lokomotion her, der Reiter hat das Vorrecht, das Ziel zu bestimmen, die Bewegung des starken Tieres zu leiten. Aber zwischen Ich und Es ereignet sich allzu häufig der nicht ideale Fall, daß der Reiter das Roß dahin führen muß, wohin es selbst gehen will. Von einem Teil des Es hat sich das Ich durch Verdrängungswiderstände geschieden. Aber die Verdrängung setzt sich nicht in das Es fort. Das Verdrängte fließt mit dem übrigen Es zusammen."�

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Amerikali yonetmen Richard Donner’in dogum gunu (24 Nisan 1930)

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1 Akademi, 5 Golden Globes ve 2 BAFTA Odullu Amerikali Aktris Shirley MacLaine'nin dogum gunu (24 Nisan 1934)







"Genislemis bilinc! Bircok kisi bu iki sozcugu simdilerde sikca kullanmakta. Kimse eski bilincini yenisiyle degistirmek zorunda degil. Kisi varolan bilincini genisletip yukselterek daha unce bilmediği uzay, zaman, renk, ses, tat ve haz, vb. boyutlarini algilayabilir. Gerry’yle benim aramdaki celiski acaba bu genislemis bilince farkli yollardan ulasmaya calismamizdan mi kaynaklaniyor? Belki de onu, benim yolumdan yurumeye zorluyorum. Onun yolunu yargilamanin da bir anlami yok. Yalnizca benimkinden farkli, o kadar. Siddetli bir merakim ve sabirsizligim yuzunden israrli davranabilirim. Benimle ayni gorusu paylasmayan insanlara karsi sabirsiz davrandigimiı biliyorum. Hayatim bircok soru uzerine kurulmus gibi. Oysa Gerry’ninki yanitlar uzerine kurulu." Icimdeki yolculuk



"Expanded consciousness! That was the phrase so many people were using more and more. One needn’t trade in an old consciousness for a new one. One could simply expand and raise the consciousness one already had — an expanded consciousness simply recognized the existence of previously unrecognized dimensions ... dimensions of space, time, color, sound, taste, joy, and on and on. Was the conflict between Gerry and me simply a difference in movement toward expanded consciousness? Perhaps I was trying to force him to move at a pace that was mine instead of his. His pace wasn’t to be judged either. It was just different. I knew I could be demandingly insistent, a result in part of intense curiosity and in part of impatience. I was impatient with others who didn’t indulge in the same search. My life seemed to be devoted to a series of questions. Gerry’s seemed to be devoted to answers."

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Amerikali dedektif romanlari yazari Sue Grafton'in dogum yildonumu (24 Nisan 1940)

"Gecmisinde klasik muzik oldugundan Chopen, Liszt ve Bach dokuuluyordu parmaklarindan, hic caba gostermeden emprovizasyona geciveriyordu.

Birden durdu. Gozlerimi actim.

Yuzunde istirapli bir ifade vardi. Tuslara soyle bir dokundu. Gitti. Artîk yok. Uyusturucuyu birakinca muzik de kayboldu.'

Dogruldum. 'Ne diyorsun sen?'

'Soyledim ya. Bu yapmak zorunda oldugum bir secimdi. Uyusturucusuz yasayabilirim, ama muziksiz yasayamam. Yapim oyle degil benim.'

'Ama cok guzel caldin.'

'Sen ne bilirsin ki, Kinsey? Hicbir sey bildigin yok. O duydugun teknikti. Mekanik. Ruhum yok benim. Muzik yalnizca uyusturucu alip ucarken yaratilir. Bu bir hictir. Yari canli. Otekisi daha iyi... alev alev yanip da her seyi verdigimde. O zaman kendini tutamazsin. Ya hep ya hic.'

Vucudumun hareketsiz kaldıigini hissediyordum. 'Ne diyorsun sen?' Bunun aptalca bir soru oldugunu biliyordum.

Gozleri parladi, basparmagi ile isaret parmagini dudaklari yakininda saklatip havayi icine cekti. Esrarli bir sigara saracagi zaman yaptigi hareketti bu. Kolunun ic tarafina bakip yumrugunu SIKTI.

'Yapma' dedim.

'Neden?'

'Olursun.'

Omuzlarini silkti. 'Neden istedigim gibi yasayamiyorum? Ben kotuyum. Bunu artik bilmen gerek. Keyif almak icin yapmayacagim sey yoktur... uyanik olmak icin. Yeniden uyusturucu alip ucmak istiyorum. Kendimi iyi hissetmek istiyorum. Sana uyusturucu almamanin nasil bir sey oldugunu soyleyeyim mi? Lanet bir sey, SIKINTI. Buna nasil dayandigimi anlamiyorum. Kendimi neden asmadigimiı hic ama hic anlamiyorum.' "



"His background was in classical piano, so he warmed up with Chopin, Liszt, the intricacies of Bach, drifting over into improvisation without effort.

Daniel stopped abruptly.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

His expression was pained. He touched at the key-board carelessly, a sour chord. 't's gone. I don't have it anymore. I gave up drugs and the music went with "em.'

I sat up. 'What are you talking about?'

'Just what I said. It was the choice I had to make, but it's all bullshit. I can live without drugs, babe, but not without music. I'm not made that way.'

'It sounded fine. It was beautiful.'

'What do you know, Kinsey? You don't know any-thing. That was all technique. Mechanics. I got no soul. The only time music works is when I'm burning with smack, flying. This is nothing. Half-life. The other is better . . . when I'm on fire like that and give it all away. You can't hold back. It's all or nothin'.

I could feel my body grow still. 'What are you saying?' Dumb question. I knew.

His eyes glowed and he pinched his thumb and index finger together near his lips, sucking in air. It was the gesture he always used when he was about to roll a ****t. He looked down at the crook of his elbow and made a fist lovingly.

'Don't do that,' I said.

'Why not?'

'It'll kill you.'

He shrugged. 'Why can't I live the way I want? I'm the devil. I'm bad. You should know that by now. There isn't anything I wouldn't do just for the hell of it ... just to stay awake. Fuck. I'd like to fly again, you know? I'd like to feel good. I'll tell you something about being straight . . . it's a goddamn drag. I don't know how you put up with it. I don't know how you keep from hangin' yourself.' "





" 'Sen uzlasma diye bir sey duymadin mi?'

'Duydum, istediginin yarisini vermek demek. Hakkin olan seyin yarisini karsindakine vermek. Bunu cok yaptim. Berbat bir seydir.' "



“ 'Haven’t you ever heard of compromise?'

'Oh sure,” I said. “That’s when you give away half the things you want. That’s when you give the other guy half of what’s rightfully yours. I’ve done that lots of times. It sucks.' ”