Moby Dick'in Amerikali yazari Herman Melville'in olum yildonumu ( 28 Eylul 1891)
"Insanlar kiskanclik ugruna cinayet islemislerdir ve ofke ugruna ve nefret ugruna ve bencillik ugruna ve ruhsal gurur ugruna; ama ben hicbir insanin bir digerini sevme ugruna cinayet isledigini duymadim. Demek ki, daha iyi bir neden bulunamiyorsa, ozellikle ofkesi burnunda kisilerde, kisisel cikar herkesi iyilikseverlige ve hayirseverlige yonlendirmelidir." Katip Bartleby
"Men have committed murder for jealousy's sake, and anger's sake, and hatred's sake, and selfishness' sake, and spiritual pride!s sake; but no man that ever I heard of, ever committed a diabolical murder for sweet charity's sake. Mere self-interest, then, if no better motive can be enlisted, should, especially with high-tempered men, prompt all beings to charity and philanthropy."
"Gozle gorulen seyler mukavvadan maskeler gibidir. Ama her olan bitten seyde, her canli iste, her su goturmez olayda, bilinen her seyin icinde, bilinmez bir akil vardir. Bu akil, kendi damgasini vurur o akilsiz mukavva maskeye. Eger insan vuracaksa, o maskeye vurmali. Mahpus, zindandan kacabilir mi duvari delmeden? Beyaz balina benim dort bir yanimi saran o zindan duvaridir iste. Bunun otesinde hicbir sey yok sandigim da oluyor zaman zaman. Ama ne olursa olsun, eziyor beni bu balina, kemiriyor icimi. Insani kucuk dusuren bir guc goruyorum onda. Iste bu anlasilmaz seyden nefret ediyorum asil. Beyaz balina ister kotulugun bir araci olsun, ister kotulugun ta kendisi, ondan alacagim ocumu. Kufurden, dinsizlikten soz etme bana, evlat. Beni gunes kucuk dusurse, gunesi vururum. Gunes bana dusmanlik ederse, ben de dusman olurum ona: oyunun kuralidir bu yarismadan doguyor her sey. Ama ben bu oyunun kolesi degilim oglum. Kimdir benden ustun olan? Gercegin sinirlari yok."
"All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event - in the living act, the undoubted deed - there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth the mouldings of its features from behind the unreasoning mask. If man will strike, strike through the mask! How can the prisoner reach outside except by thrusting through the wall? To me, the white whale is that wall, shoved near to me. Sometimes I think there's naught beyond. But 'tis enough. He tasks me; he heaps me; I see in him outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the white whale agent, or be the white whale principal, I will wreak that hate upon him. Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me. For could the sun do that, then could I do the other; since there is ever a sort of fair play herein, jealousy presiding over all creations. But not my master, man, is even that fair play. Who's over me? Truth hath no confines."
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