Dubliners
James JoyceSözler ve Alıntılar
“Derevaun Seraun! Derevaun Seraun!”
EN
''The end of pleasure is pain.''
''Pleasure passes, pain remains.''
TR
''Zevkin sonu 'acı'dır.''
Nor did I know, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused love for her. But my body was like a harp, and her words and movements were like fingers running over the strings.
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But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
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Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity, and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.
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