Nobel Odullu Amerikali yazar William Cuthbert Faulkner, Kurtar Halkimi Musa ( Go Down, Moses ) romanini 11 Mayis 1942’de Random House araciligiyla yayimladi.
" Yasamak, hayattan tat almak icin kaynayan guclu kani sonunda toprak emiyor. Elbette ayni zamanda keder ve aci da var; ama gene de, her seye karsin, hayat yasayana bir seyler, pek cok sey veriyor; cunku sonucta aci cekmek olduguna inandigin bir seye katlanmak zorunda degilsin; her zaman bunu durdurmayi, buna bir son vermeyi secebilirsin ve aci cekmek, kederlenmek bile hiclikten iyidir; yasamamaktan kotu yalniz bir tek sey vardir, o da utanc. Ama sonsuza dek yasayamazsin ve hayat her zaman sen tum olanaklari yasayip tuketmeden once biter ve butun bunlar bir yerlerde var olmayi surdurmeli, butun bunlar yalnizca bir yana atilmak icin icat edilmis, yaratilmis olamaz. Ve toprak derin degildir; kayaya gelene dek cok fazla toprak yoktur.Ve toprak nesneleri alip kendinde saklamak istemez; onlari yeniden kullanmak ister. Tohuma, mese palamutlarina baksana, gommeye kalktigin kokmus ete bile ne olduguna bak: o da yok olmayi reddeder; yeniden isiga, havaya erisinceye dek kaynasir, savasir, durmadan gunesi arar. "
“ All the blood hot and strong for living, pleasuring, that has soaked back into it. For grieving and suffering too, of course, but still getting something out of it for all that, getting a lot out of it, because after all you dont have to continue to bear what you believe is suffering; you can always choose to stop that, ut an end to that. And even suffering and grieving is better than nothing; there is only one thing worse than not being alive, and that’s shame. But you cant be alive forever, and you always wear out life long before you have exhausted the possibilities of living. And all that must be somewhere; all that could not have been invented and created just to be thrown away. And the earth is shallow; there is not a great deal of it before you come to the rock. And the earth dont want to just keep things, hoard them; it wants to use them again. Look at the seed, the acorns, at what happens even to carrion when you try to bury it: it refuses too, seethes and struggles too until it reaches light and air again, hunting the sun still. ”


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