"When vain desire at last and vain regret
Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
What shall assuage the unforgotten pain
And teach the unforgetful to forget?
~
Boş arzu sonunda boş pişmanlıkla
Elele gidince ölüme, herşey boşalınca,
Ne dindirebilir ki unutulmamış acıyı
Ve öğretebilir unutmamışa unutmayı?"
A human life is on average 80 Earth years or around 30,000 Earth days.
Which means they are born, they make some friends, eat a few meals, they
get married, or they don’t get married, have a child or two, or not, drink a
few thousand glasses of wine, have sexual intercourse a few times, discover
a lump somewhere, feel a bit of regret, wonder where all the time went,
know they should have done it differently, realise they would have done it
the same, and then they die. Into the great black nothing. Out of space. Out
of time.
Oh, Nastenka! It will be sad, you know, to be left alone, quite alone, and not even have something to regret - nothing, absolutely nothing . . . because all that I have lost, all this, it was all nothing, a stupid, round zero - it was merely a dream!'
Efendiler, tarih, “Geleneksel olarak boyun eğmekten üzüntü duymayan millet, biz yürüyelim, arkamızdan gelsin!” diye düşünen ve yorumlayanların uğradıkları sonlar ve üzüntülerle doludur.
'Evil is a point of view,' he whispered now. 'We are immortal. And what we have before us are the rich feasts that conscience cannot appreciate and mortal men cannot know without regret. God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately He takes the richest and the poorest, and so shall we; for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves, dark angels not confined to the stinking limits of hell but wandering His earth and all its kingdoms.'