The Designated Mourner Sözleri ve Alıntıları
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Howard: I mean, morality for Eddie is like — what? — like — what? you know — it’s like some terribly worthy old urn, some terribly worthy old urn that’s wrapped up in some towels in his back closet. Well, it’s got a few chips in it, one has to admit, and it is rather ugly, really, if you bother to look at it, and it’s too heavy to lift, and in its style of course it’s totally out of keeping with everything else in the house, so, well, you know, it can’t be used — but ten times a day he has to exclaim, ‘Oh yes, that urn, it’s my great possession, my greatest treasure.’ I mean, it has no function in his own life — none at all — but he loves to have the feeling, ‘Oh yes, this is mine. I’m the sort of person who would own such a thing.’
Jack: Well, can’t there be a silent language? Must we talk?
Judy: There are ideas that are almost like formalized greetings. Everyone agrees with them, but we keep repeating them anyway, all day long. Everyone keeps saying, for example, ‘Human motivation is very complex.’ But if you stop and think about it, you have to admit that human motivation is not complex, or it’s complex only in the same sense that the motivation of a fly is complex. In other words, if you try to swat a fly, it moves out of the way. And humans are the same. They step aside when they sense something coming, about to hit them in the face. Of course you do see the occasional exception — the person who just stands there and waits for the blow.
Jack: His name, once said by so many to be ‘immortal’, would not be remembered, it turned out. The rememberers were gone, except for me, and I was forgetting: forgetting his name, forgetting him, and forgetting all the ones who remembered him.
Jack: I mean, I was clever enough to know that John Donne was offering something that was awfully enjoyable — I just wasn’t clever enough to actually enjoy it.
Judy: 'Can't I be saved?' I cried out to him, falling on my face in the grass, hughing his legs. 'No,' he said. 'Love can't save you.' 'But what about the idea of a better world?' I said.