Daddy said all life depends on trees. They make all the air we breathe.
“Babacığım”, “40 Derece Ateş” ve “Leydi Lazarus”; Plath'ın içsel özel dünyasının zenginliğiyle toplumsal olayları, toplama kamplarını, Hiroşima'nın bombalanışını son derece kendine özgü bir kişisel atmosferde, kendi acısıyla birleştirmesini yansıtırlar. Erkekler, babası, kocası; faşist ordulara benzerler ve ne yazık ki
Every woman adores a Fascist
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you
(Daddy, Ibid, p.223)
Sayfa 85 - Everest Yayınları, 9. Basım, Çev. Dost Körpe
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Daddy issues: ancient version
Kapanmaz on yıl geçse yıldırımların yarası,
Kapanmaz geçse döne döne on yıl.
Gök gözlü Tanrıça anlar o zaman,
Babasıyla kavgaya girişmek ne demek.
“It’s dark.”
“Uh-huh. Too dark.”
“She’s scared of the dark.”
“Bethany?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s okay, though, because your daddy is with her, so he’ll keep her safe.”
“What about me? Who’ll keep me safe?”
“I will silly, I’ll keep you safe, Gerard.”
NORA [shakes her head]: Neither of you ever loved me. You just thought it was amusing to be in love with me.
HELMER: Nora, what kind of words are these?
NORA: Well, that’s how it is, Torvald. When I was at home with Daddy, he told me all his opinions, and then I had the same opinions; and if I had others, I hid them; because he wouldn’t have liked it. He called me his doll-child, and he played with me, just as I played with my dolls. And then I came into your house.
HELMER: What kind of way is this to describe our marriage?
NORA[impervious]: I mean, I then went from Daddy’s hands over into yours. You arranged everything according to your taste, and I acquired the same taste as you; or I only pretended to; I don’t know really; I think it was both; sometimes one and sometimes the other. When I look at it now, I think I’ve lived like a pauper here –just from hand to mouth. I’ve lived by doing tricks for you, Torvald. But that was how you wanted it. You and Daddy have wronged me greatly. The two of you are to blame for the fact that nothing has come of me
I think we all know the reason why no one wants you.
“Wonderful.” If she could, if her hands weren’t clad in puke-drenched gloves, she’d rub her temples in frustration.
It’s because you’re just like him.
“Okay. Sure.”
He was a coward. He was afraid of everything.
“And that’s me, too, right? That’s where we’re going with this?”
He had his booze and his isolation. You have your jokes and all your excuses. What a cliché. Put on your Daddy Shoes and dance the night away.
