şu ayağı yere basmayan cümlelerle adama saldırmak.. neyse..
He learnt ball-room dancing, methodically with a teacher, and then danced whenever possible, but always as if he was on parade. He frequented the drawing-rooms and tried to become the society gallant, making love to the ladies of Sofia, but they found him excessively gauche. He was a smartly turned-out and wellset-up Turkish officer and that was all. They had no liking for Turks, at any time, and Mustafa Kemal was neither good-looking nor attractive. His manners were crude. Either he stalked stiffly about with his face set and grey, or he talked abruptly. He had no small talk, no easy gallantry or ready flattery. He understood nothing of the pleasant play of light flirtation. He bluntly demanded that each lady should bed with him; if she refused he ceased to be interested, but, as bluntly, asked another. For a short time he was half in love with a fluffy-haired pretty girl, the daughter of General Kovatchev, but she gave him the cold shoulder. Very soon the ladies found him an uncouth fellow, the traditional Tartar in contrast to Fethi, the suave, polite, easygoing
Turk. They laughed at his dancing and his attempts to learn the drawing-room manner. They found him a prodigious bore and forgot him.
And Mustafa Kemal, touchy and sensitive, became more lofty and aloof than ever. He began to hate the society women with their soft ways and their chatter, who would not make love wholeheartedly and yet teased and tormented his desire, who sneered at him, and who would not make a hero of him.
With men-and especially men who were deferential-and with the loose women of the capital, Mustafa Kemal was far more at ease. With these, in the cafes and the brothels, he drank and revelled night after night far into the dawn. He gambled and diced for hours against anyone who would sit
Keskin bir nefes aldım.
Aman Tanrım. Hayır. Lütfen hayır.
Patro'nun göğsümdeki güçten kastettiği şey yüzüme bir yumruk gibi çarptı. Fluffy Jr. ile bağ kurduğumda göğsümde baskı hissetmemin nedeni buydu, diğerleri bunu sadece kafalarında hissetmişlerdi.
Patro, Olimposluların güçlerini kendisinden ve Akhilleus'tan farklı hissettiklerini söylemişti.
Ben de onlar gibiydim. Ben bir Yeraltı vârisiydim.
Sayfa 408
The cobalt-blue sea stretched out from the sandy beach and fluffy clouds hung high in the sky. Under the midday sun, the water sparkled.
A farley?
“Mare Barrow, meet Farley,” he murmurs, and she tightens her jaw.
Her gaze lands on my face. “You wish to transport cargo.”
“Myself and a boy—” But she holds up a large, callused hand, cutting me off.
“Cargo,” she says again, eyes full of meaning. My heart leaps in my chest; this Farley girl might be of the helping kind. “And what is the destination?”
I rack my brain, trying to think of somewhere safe. The old classroom map swims before my eyes, outlining the coast and the rivers, marking cities and villages and everything in between. From Harbor Bay west to the Lakelands, the northern tundra to the radiated wastes of the Ruins and the Wash, it’s all dangerous land for us.
“Somewhere safe from the Silvers. That’s all.”
Farley blinks at me, her expression unchanging. “Safety has a price, girl.”
“Everything has a price, girl,” I fire back, matching her tone. “No one knows that more than me.”
A long beat of silence stretches through the wagon. I can feel the night wasting away, taking precious minutes from Kilorn. Farley must sense my unease and impatience but makes no hurry to speak. After what seems like an eternity, her mouth finally opens.
“The Scarlet Guard accepts, Mare Barrow.”
It takes all the restraint I have to keep from jumping out of my seat with joy. But something tugs at me, keeping a smile from crossing my face.
“Payment is expected in full, to the equivalent of one thousand crowns,” Farley continues.
That almost knocks the air from my lungs. Even Will looks surprised, his fluffy white eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. “A thousand?” I manage to choke out. No one deals in that amount of money, not in the Stilts. That could feed my family for a year. Many years.
But Farley isn’t finished. I get the sense that she enjoys this. “This can be paid in paper
Sayfa 30
3. Fluffy (Üç Başlı Köpek) – Sırlar, Engeller ve İçsel Korkular
Sembolün Anlamı:
Üç başlı köpek, mitolojide olduğu gibi “bilginin veya bir sırrın kapısındaki bekçi” figürüdür.
Üç baş, Harry’nin de kendi içinde yüzleştiği üç duyguyu temsil eder:
1. Korku
2. Merak
3. Cesaret
Felsefi Yorum:
Fluffy, bilgiye ulaşmanın bedelini simgeler.
Bilinmeyene ulaşmak için korkuyu yenmek zorunludur.
9. Felsefe Taşı’na Giden Engeller
Kitapta muhteşem bir dizi engel vardır.
Kitap:
Öğretmenlerin hazırladığı engeller:
1. Fluffy
2. Şeytan Kapanı
3. Uçan anahtarlar
4. Dev satranç
5. Troll
6. Snape’in iksir bilmece testi
7. Quirrell’in son odası
Film:
Troll bölümü kesilir (zaten okulda bir troll sahnesi olduğundan tekrar edilmez).
Snape’in iksir bilmece testi tamamen kaldırılır.
Bu nedenle Hermione’nin zekâsı filmde daha az vurgulanır.