"İkimiz birlikte olsaydık daha uzun yaşardık," dedi.
"Bunu demin kanıtladın sanırım."
"Müttefik miyiz?"
"Tabii hâlâ tek kalmak istiyorsan bir düzine zehirli okum var."
Lady Lazarus
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it——
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?——
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot——
More than a century after Nietzsche pronounce Him dead, God seems to be making a comeback. But this is a mirage. God is dead - it's just taking a while to get rid of the body. Radical Islam poses no serious threat to the liberal package, because for all their fervour the zealots don't really understand the world of the twenty first century, and have nothing relevant to say about the novel dangers and opportunities that new technologies are generating all over us.