A monster of a man sits on his blood-red steed, a massive sword strapped to his back. There are gold rings in his dark hair and kohl thickly lines his eyes. His cheekbones are high and the scowl he wears makes him look absolutely petrifying.
For a moment, none of what I’m seeing really registers. Because what I’m seeing is wrong. No horse has a coat that red, and no man has that impressive a stature, even in the saddle.
"Taklit en güzel iltifat değil midir?"
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...Haklı olabileceğiniz zaman hiçbir şey dememek, haksız yere bir şey demekten daha kötü gibiydi.
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"Mükemmeliyeti aceleye getiremezsin."
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... GKO' ya, yani Genç Kız Odası'na...
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In the first engraving a noble Sperm Whale is depicted in full majesty of might, just risen beneath the boat from the profundities of the ocean, and bearing high in the air upon his back the terrific wreck of the stoven planks. The prow of the boat is partially unbroken, and is drawn just balancing upon the monster's spine; and standing in that prow, for that one single incomputable flash of time, you behold an oarsman, half shrouded by the incensed boiling spout of the whale, and in the act of leaping, as if from a precipice. The action of the whole thing is wonderfully good and true.
