Pulitzer Odullu Avustralya asilli Amerikali gazeteci ve yazar Geraldine Brooks’un dogumgunu (14 Eylul 1955)
"Sana tipki bunun gibi soguk sonbahar aksamlarinda okudugum Spenser’daki islemeli bos sayfalari hatirliyor musun? Eger hatirliyorsan sevgilim, burada bu aksam gordugum gokyuzunu gorebilirsin, cunku renkler gok kubbede tipki oyle neseli bir bollukla dans ediyordu.
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Belki karanliktan ya da degisik iklimdendi. Belki benim sinirliligimden, kederimden ya da bitkinligimdendi. Belki de yirmi yil karanlik ve bulanik ve unutulmak icin yalvaran bir aniyi aklinda tutmakta aktif bir hafiza icin cok uzun bir sureydi. Her ne olursa olsun evi tanidigimda genis tas merdivenlerin yarasindaydim. Buraya daha once de gelmistim."
"Do you recall the marbled endpapers in the Spenser that I used to read to you on crisp fall evenings just such as this? If so, then you, my dearest one, can see the sky as I saw it here tonight, for the colors swirled across the heavens in just such a happy profusion.
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Perhaps it was the darkness, or the different season. Perhaps my biliousness and grief and exhaustion. Perhaps simply that twenty years is a very long time for an active mind to retain any memory, much less one with dark and troubled edges, begging to be forgot. Whatever the case, I was halfway up the wide stone steps before I recognized the house. I had been there before."
“Aglarken gordugu ilk erkek, annesinin oldugu gece karisinin ardindan gozyasi doken babasiydi. Cok asap bozucu bir goruntuydu. O babasini hep yenilmez olarak gormustu.”
“The first time he had seen a man really weep was his father, the night his mother died. It had been harrowing. He had believed his father impregnable.”



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