20.yuzyilin onemli Cekoslovak roman yazari Karel Čapek’in olum yildonumu (25 Aralik 1938)
“Bir insana bir seyi yapma gorevi verildiyse, en azindan insan o seyi yapmaya hakki oldugunu bilir. Bakin, carpim tablosu ne kadar sorgulaniyorsa, adalet de o kadar sorgulanmalidir. Her hirsizligin yanlis oldugunu kanitlayabilir misiniz bilmiyorum, ama ben size her hirsizligin kanunlara aykiri oldugunu kanitlayabilirim, zira her seferinde sizi tutuklayabilirim.”
"When it's someone's duty to do something, then at least he knows he's authorized to do it. Look, justice has to be as unquestioned as the multiplication tables. I don't know if you could prove that every theft is wrong; but I can prove to you that every theft is against the law, because I can arrest you every time.."
“Bay Rybka, o gece eve yururken her zamankinden daha neseliydi; cunku birincisi, satranc macindan galip ayrilmisti (rakibini atla ne de guzel mat etmisti, yol boyunca kendini tebrige devam etti); ikincisi, yerdeki taze ve yumusak karin o muhtesem, saf sessizlikte ayaklarinin altinda ezildigini duyabiliyordu. "Bu ne guzellik Tanrim" diye dusundu Bay Rybka; karla kaplanmis bir sehir birdenbire kucucuk bir kente, metruk bir kasabaya donusur. Insan neredeyse birdenbire gece bekcilerinin ve at arabalarinin belirecegine inanir. Karin her seye kirsal bir goruntu vermesi, her seyi zaman kavramindan uzaklastirmasi ne ilginctir.”
“That night Mr. Rybka was walking home in a particularly good mood, first because he’d won his game of chess (that was a nice checkmate with the knight, he congratulated himself as he walked along), and second because fresh snow had fallen and it crunched softly beneath his feet in the fine, pure silence. Good heavens it’s beautiful, thought Mr. Rybka; a city covered with snow is all of a sudden such a small town, such an old-fashioned little place — it almost makes you believe in night watchmen and horse-drawn carriages; it’s funny how snow makes everything seem timeless and rustic.”
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