"I wish you to know that you have been the
last dream of my soul."
‘’In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream-that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,
A lonely spirit guiding.
What a though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day star?’’
I fold myself into a corner of this room and bury my head in my knees and rock back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and I wish and I wish and I wish and I dream of impossible things until I’ve cried myself to sleep.
I wonder what it would be like to have a friend.
And then I wonder who else is locked in this asylum. I wonder where the other screams are coming from.
I wonder if they’re coming from me.
I have a dream
Bir düşüm var benim
öyle bir düş ki;
bir gün Georgia'nın kızıl tepelerinde
kölelerin ve eski köle sahiplerinin oğulları
kardeşlik sofrasında birlikte oturabilecekler,
bir gün adaletsizliğin ve baskının sıcağıyla kavrulan
Missisippi bile
bir özgürlük ve adalet beldesine dönüşecek.
Sayfa 45 - Martin Luther King Jr.Kitabı okudu
Roman gibi bir şiir: Faith and Despondency
‘The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And, while the night is gathering grey,
We’ll talk its pensive hours away; –
‘Iernë, round our sheltered hall
November’s gusts unheeded call;
Not one faint breath can enter here
Enough to wave my daughter’s hair,
And I am glad to
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I love the dynamics of negotiation. Skillful negotiators, of which I am among the best, are forceful, persistent, perceptive and patient. I thrive on seeking out and defining my opponent's comfort zone, that imaginary box (…), and then placing an offer on the inside rim of that comfort zone closest to my own best interests. This delicate
Sayfa 106Kitabı okudu
Şirket bünyesinde elemanların verimliliğini arttırmak ve motivasyonu güçlendirmek için çeşitli zamanlarda seminerler düzenliyorlardı. İyi giyimli adamlar konferans salonunda toplanan ve hayranlıktan dudakları yere düşmüş genç insanlara ateşli konuşmalar yapıyorlardı. Sanki Luther King meydana doluşan kalabalıklara " I have a dream" türünden söylevler veriyordu. Böylesine dinsel bir havaya bürünüyordu ortam. Adam ellerini kollarını sallayıp havarilerine öğütler veriyordu ve hep bir ağızdan tekrar ettiriyordu. Allah' ım bu bir büyü olmalıydı! Onlarca genç insan hırsla dişlerini sıkıp , gırtlakları patlarcasına bağırıyordu. Kazanacağım, yapacağım, başaracağım, yükseleceğim ve daha neler neler. Bense kusmamak için ortamı terk ediyordum bir süre sonra.
... Yine bu seminerlerden birinde adam heyecanla anlatıyordu ve söz istedim.Adam katılımcı ortamın nimetlerinden faydalanmak için hemen söz verdi.
"Bize biraz da ölümden söz eder misin?"
" Nasıl? Ne ölümü?..."
Ortalık buz kesmişti. Sadece gözlerimden kaçan kırlangıçların kanat sesleri duyuluyordu. Lanet herif, bir ayinin ortasında çıkmış ve insanların huzurunu bozmaya çalışıyordu. Biraz cesaret edebilseler, ilkel dinlerin kurban törenlerinden biri gerçekleşebilirdi. Ortalığı daha fazla germemek için çıkıp gitmiştim. Islığımla ölüm marşını çalmayı da ihmal etmedim...
Sayfa 64
"Will you kill me in a way that won’t hurt? I mean, do it carefully. If I don’t fight; okay? I promise not to fight. Do you agree?”
She seemed more externally composed now. But still fundamentally frantic and tense. Yet, the dark fire waned; the life force oozed out of her, as he had so often witnessed before with other androids. The classic resignation. Mechanical, intellectual acceptance of that which a genuine organism—with two billion years of the pressure to live and evolve hagriding it—could never have reconciled itself to.
“I can’t stand the way you androids give up,” he said savagely.
Chapter 17Kitabı okudu
“Buy me a reproduction of that picture I was looking at when you found me. The one of the girl sitting on the bed.”
After a pause Rick said to the clerk, a heavy-jowled, middle-aged woman with netted gray hair, “Do you have a print of Munch’s Puberty?”
“Only in this book of his collected work,” the clerk said, lifting down a handsome glossy volume. “Twenty-five dollars.”
“I’ll take it.” He reached for his wallet.
Phil Resch said, “My departmental budget could never in a million years be stretched—”
“My own money,” Rick said; he handed the woman the bills and Luba the book. “Now let’s get started down,” he said to her and Phil Resch.
“It’s very nice of you,” Luba said as they entered the elevator. “There’s something very strange and touching about humans. An android would never have done that.” She glanced icily at Phil Resch. “It wouldn’t have occurred to him; as he said, never in a million years.” She continued to gaze at Resch, now with manifold hostility and aversion.
“I really don’t like androids. Ever since I got here from Mars my life has consisted of imitating the human, doing what she would do, acting as if I had the thoughts and impulses a human would have. Imitating, as far as I’m concerned, a superior life-form.” To Phil Resch she said, “Isn’t that how it’s been with you, Resch?"
Chapter 12Kitabı okudu
Der Einsame an Gott
I am lonely, God, shaken by the storms of fate.
Unloved and abandoned
I struggle in this hostile night.
My heart grows heavy, and grows bitter
each time I think of you.
You are a blind God, full of cruelties,
full of actions we do not understand.
Why do you, you who have the power,
why do you let the monsters and the scoundrels
be happy, while the
