Masterpiece!Edebiyat
"(...) Şu son üç yüzyıl içinde, ne aşağılık bir duruma sokulmuştur insanlar: Erkekler düpedüz işçi-böceklerine çevrilmiş, bütün erkeklikleri köreltilmiş, gerçek yaşamları ellerinden alınmış. Elimden gelse, yeryüzünden bütün makinaları siler, endüstri çağını kapkara bir yanılma dönemi olarak kökten kapatırdım. Ama böyle bir şey elimden gelmediğine göre, hiç kimsenin de elinden gelmeyeceğine göre, hiçbir şeye karışmadan, kendi yaşamımı sürmeyi deneyeceğim; kendi yaşamım varsa tabii. Olduğuna da pek güvenemiyorum ya!”
Sayfa 234 - Yapı Kredi Yayınları / Çeviren: Akşit Göktürk | 7. Baskı: İstanbul, Mart 2016
She’d simply cease to exist, with the incomplete masterpiece follow-up to her debut novel marooned on the laptop that would perish alongside her in the icy void. She found the idea relaxing.
"Up to the present time there exists hardly any literary masterpiece which is the joint laboour of several men. Homer wrote the Iliad, Virgil th AEneid, Livy the Decades, And Roman orator his Orations."
Sayfa 49 - Illustrated with Twenty-Four Etchings by B. Damman and V. Foulquier, John C. Nimmo, 14. King William Street, Strand, W.C. London, 1885.·Kitabı okuyor
"A satirical work or a book of anecdotes handed about privately in manuscript from one to another, passes for a masterpiece, even when it is but middling; the printing ruins its reputation."
Sayfa 48 - Illustrated with Twenty-Four Etchings by B. Damman and V. Foulquier, John C. Nimmo, 14. King William Street, Strand, W.C. London, 1885.·Kitabı okuyor
Mona Lisa may now be regarded as his masterpiece, yet it too remained (in his eyes at least) unfinished. He returned to it obsessively; had he not died, he would certainly have continued this restless quest for perfection, with the result that we might today be seeing a subtly different face. What has come down to us is the forever unfinished portrait in which he sought to express the mystery of self – of his self, of the human self. It remains forever unsatisfactory, in that its artist himself remained unsatisfied by what he had achieved.
Wherever Leonardo travelled during his last wandering years, he took this painting with him. He even transported it, carefully bundled up amongst his cartload of worldly possessions, when he set out in 1516 as an old man on his final journey north across the Alps to France, where he would die at the age of sixty-seven, his head cradled in the arms of his friend King Francis I.
You are made for perfection, but you are not yet perfect. You are a masterpiece in the making.
