Ingiliz bilim kurgu roman ve kisa oyku yazari Brian Wilson Aldiss'in dogum yildonumu ( 18 Agustos 1925 )
" Cocukluk oldugunde geriye kalan cesetlere ' yetiskin ' adi verilir ve bunlar cehennemin kibarca soylenisi olan 'toplum' daki yerlerini alirlar. "
" When childhood dies, its corpses are called ' adults ' and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. "
" Yureginin carpintisi Roy Complain'e uzak bir cisimden yansiyarak kaynagina geri donen yanki gibi, ormandaki acikligi dolduruyormus gibi geldi. Bir ayagini kompartimaninin kapi esigine atmis halde durarak ofkenin damarlarindaki balyozumsu vuruslarini dinledi.
' E hadi, git gideceksen! Gidiyorum diyen sen degil miydin ? '
Ardindan gelen sesteki, Gwenny'nin sesindeki, keskin alay onu acikliga dogru iteledi. Genzinden yukselen hafif bir homurtuyla birlikte kapiyi arkasina bakmadan carparak kapatti, sonra sinirlerini kontrol altina alabilmek amaciyla ellerini acitircasina ovusturdu. Gwenny ile yasiyor olmanin anlami buydu iste: Yok yere baslayan agiz kavgalari ve benligini bir hastalik gibi tirmalayan cilgin ofke patlamalari. Hicbir zaman saf bir ofke de olmuyordu bu - bulanik sular gibiydi ve o, en taskin anlarinda bile yine geri donecegini, Gwenny'den ozur dileyecegini ve kendini kucuk dusurecegini biliyor, bu gercek, aklinin bir kosesinde pusuda bekliyordu. Kadinini gereksiniyordu Complain. Uyanis doneminin bu erken dakikalarinda bile, ayakta birkac kisi gorebilmek mumkundu; bir sure sonra islerine dagilmis olacaklardi. Bir grup adam oturmus Yukari Git oynuyorlardi. Complain, elleri cebinde onlara yaklasti ve omuzlarinin uzerinden dalgin dalgin bakti. Guverteye boyanmis olan oyun tahtasi bir adamin acilmis kollarindan iki kat daha uzundu. Uzerine markalar ve semboller yerlestirilmisti. Oyunculardan biri one dogru egildi ve kumelerinden bir ciftini ilerletti... " Yildiz Gemisi
" Like a radar echo bounding from a distant object and returning to its source, the sound of Roy Complain’s beating heart seemed to him to fill the clearing. He stood with one hand on the threshold of his compartment, listening to the rage hammering through his arteries.
‘ Well, go on out then if you’re going! You said you were going ! ’
The shrill sarcasm of the voice behind him, Gwenny’s voice, propelled him into the clearing. He slammed the door without looking back, a low growl rasping the back of his throat, and then rubbed his hands together painfully in an attempt to regain control of himself. This was what living with Gwenny meant, the quarrels arising out of nothing and these insane bursts of anger tearing like illness through his being. Nor could it ever be clean anger; it was muddy stuff, and even at its full flood the knowledge was not hidden from him that he would soon be back again, apologizing to her, humiliating himself. Complain needed his woman. This early in the waking period, several men were about; later, they would be dispersed about their business. A group of them sat on the deck, playing Travel-Up. Complain walked over to them, hands in pockets, and stared moodily down between their ragged heads. The board, painted on the deck, stretched twice as far as the span of a man’s outstretched arms. It was scattered with counters and symbols. One of the players leant forward and moved a pair of his blocks... "


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