Nin, Fleming'in romanında, başlarda yer alıyordu, bulmam uzun sürmedi; Wheeler Çifte Günce'de ve başka kitaplarda yaptığı gibi burada da paragrafı işaretlemişti; fevri olduğu kadar titiz ve uyanık bir okurdu; marjlara alaycı ya da yazarı küçümseyen notlar düşerdi (mantık yürütmede tek bir yanlışı, tek bir yalanı atlamazdı, cehalete,
Sayfa 130 - I AteşKitabı okudu
Silly of me, I was young.
"That's because we keep weapons in the attic, silly boy. Do you think this is the first time monsters have attacked our family?"
"Weapons," Frank grumbled. "Right. I've never handled weapons before."
Grandmother's nostrils flared. "Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang?"
"Yes, Grandmother."
"Good. There may be hope for you yet."
I sat with it for a while because it was one of those moments you know you’re going to cherish the rest of your life. And there aren’t enough of those. You go through life, turning pages and turning pages, black and white words, running into each other, and then bam! Three rainbow sentences and a paper animal, and you’re rummaging through your clothes and washing your hair and changing your outfit again and again, because you’ve gone giddy and silly and sappy. Because that’s what those moments do.
Sayfa 202Kitabı okudu
Easy equation, silly.
“But?”
“I cannot give a talk. I can’t talk.”
“You’re talking right now, Olive.”
“Not in front of people.”
“I am people.”
“For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying--what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must simply say what one felt.”
