Amerikali bilim kurgu ve fantastik yazari Gene Rodman Wolfe'un dogum yildonumu ( 7 Mayis 1931 )
" ' Ama oldum, ' demis melek, ' ne dersen de. Bak, nasil da kan kaybediyorum, gormez misin artik damarlarimda can kalmadigini, fiskirmayip da usul usul sizdigini? Baksana, cehremde renk kalmadi. Melegin temasi ilik degil midir, isildamaz mi halbuki? Tut elimi de gor, durgun bir golden yeni akmis bir irkintiye degmis gibi olursun. Hele bir kokla su nefesimi, cirkin degil mi, les gibi, murdar? ' Cebrail hicbir sey soylememis. En sonunda melek demis ki, ' Canim kardesim, seni kanitlarimla ikna edememis olsam bile yalvaririm kenara cekil. Kainati varligimdan kurtarayim. '
' Aslinda ikna oldum, ' demis Cebrail, yana cekilip. ' Dusuncelere gark oldum da ondan durakladim, bizim de zeval buldugumuzu en basindan bilseydim bunca zaman o kadar acar davranmazdim. ' "
“ ' But I am dead, ' said the angel, ' nevertheless. You have observed the wasting of my blood—do you not observe also that it no longer issues in straining spurtings, but only seeps sluggishly? Note the pallor of my countenance. Is not the touch of an angel warm and bright? Take my hand and you will imagine you hold a horror new dragged from some stagnant pool. Taste my breath—is it not fetid, foul, and nidorous? ' Gabriel answered nothing, and at last the angel said, ' Brother and better, even if I have not convinced you with all my proofs, I pray you stand aside. I would rid the universe of my presence. '
' I am convinced indeed, ' Gabriel said, stepping ftom the other’s way. ' It is only that I was thinking that had I known we might perish, I would not at all times have been so bold. ' ”
" Her gun emir kulu oldugumuz halde, kendi kendimizin efendisi oldugumuzu varsayarak ' Yapacagim ' veya ' Yapmayacagim ' deriz, gercekte efendilerimiz uykudadir. Derken biri icimizde uyanir, hayvan gibi guder bizi, halbuki dizginleri tutan, biraz da benligimizin o vakte kadar varligindan bihaber oldugumuz bir parcasidir. "
“ We say, ' I will, ' and ' I will not, ' and imagine ourselves (though we obey the orders of some prosaic person every day) our own masters, when the truth is that our masters are sleeping. One wakes within us and we are ridden like beasts, though the rider is but some hitherto unguessed part of ourselves. ”



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