Betty MacDonald'ın L'oeuf et moi'sını hatırlıyorum.
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Amerikan arabalarını hatırlıyorum: "De Soto"ları, "Studebaker”ları, "Pontiac"ları, "Oldsmobile"leri, “Chevrolet”leri, "Packard"ları ve ismini “V dizilimli 8 silindirden” alan V8'leri.
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Carnets du Major Thomson'u hatırlıyorum.
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George Mikes'ın How to be an alien ve How to scrape skies'ını hatırlıyorum.
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Caroline chérie'yi (hem kitabını hem filmini) hatırlıyorum.
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"Net metrekare"yi hatırlıyorum.
Frivolous and sensuous, still an alien with a thick German accent, humiliated by her husband’s mad aversion, Isabeau abandoned Charles to his valets and to a girl she supplied to fill her place, a horse-dealer’s daughter named Odette de Champdivers, who resembled her and was called by the public “the little Queen.” The Queen herself turned to frantic pleasures and to adultery combined with political intrigue and a passionate pursuit of money. Insecure in France, she devoted herself to amassing a personal fortune and promoting the enrichment and interests of her Bavarian family. She extracted from Charles, lucid or not, assignments in her own and her children’s names of land, revenues, residences, and separate household accounts. She acquired coffers of treasure and jewels which she stored in a variety of vaults.
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Prussia, as an identity, was thus eroded simultaneously from above (by nationalism) and below (by the regionalist revival). Only in the Mark Brandenburg (and to a lesser extent in Pomerania) did a regionalist identity evolve that fed directly into an allegiance to Prussia and its German mission (though not necessarily to Berlin, which some saw as an alien urban growth on the agrarian landscape of the Mark).
Pur: that one word contains for me the secret, the bright, terrible clarity of ancient Greek. How can I make you see it, this strange harsh light which pervades Homer's landscapes and illumines the dialogues of Plato, an alien light, inarticulable in our common tongue? Our shared language is a language of the intricate, the peculiar, the home of pump. kins and ragamuffins and bodkins and beer, the tongue of Ahab and Falstaff and Mrs. Gamp; and while I find it entirely suitable for reflections such as these, it fails me utterly when I attempt to describe in it what I love about Greek, that language innocent of all quirks and cranks; a language obsessed with action, and with the joy of seeing action multiply from action, action marching relentlessly ahead and with yet more actions filing in from either side to fall into neat step at the rear, in a long straight rank of cause and effect toward what will be inevitable, the only possible end.
