Kotya
@kotya
3 okur puanı
Nisan 2026 tarihinde katıldı
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Yatağımın karşısında bir pencere var. Odanın duvarları bomboş. Nasıl yaşadım on yıl bu evde? Bir gün duvara bir resim asmak gelmedi mi içimden? Ben ne yaptım? Kimse de uyarmadı beni. İşte sonunda anlamsız biri oldum. İşte sonum geldi. Kötü bir resim asarım korkusuyla hiç resim asmadım; kötü yaşarım korkusuyla hiç yaşamadım.
Reklam
To the girl, it was normal; she had lived like this all her life—she did not know of any other existence. There is nothing, he realized once more, which is “outside” nature; that is a logical impossibility. In a way there are no freaks, no abnormalities, except in the statistical sense. This is an unusual situation, but it’s not something to horrify us; actually it ought to make us happy. Life per se is good, and this is one form which life takes. There’s no special pain here, no cruelty of suffering. In fact there is solicitude and tenderness.
She waved the stick. “Bet you a paper ten dollar bill if I throw it you can’t find it.”
“Surrrrre I cannnnnn,” the dog said, and whined in eagerness; this was his favorite sort of sport. “Buuuut I cannnn’t bettttt,” he added. “I haaaaave no monnnnnneyyyy.”