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Mary Renault takma adıyla tanınan Eileen Mary Challans, antik Yunanistan'da geçen tarihi romanlarıyla tanınan bir İngiliz yazardı. 1905'te Forest Gate'de doğdu, 1924'ten 1928'e kadar Oxford'daki St Hugh's College'a gitti.
Tam adı:
Eileen Mary Challans
Unvan:
Yazar
Doğum:
Forest Gate, Londra, Birleşik Krallık, 4 Eylül 1905
Ölüm:
Cape Town, Güney Afrika, 13 Aralık 1983
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Listening in bed, in the lee of mountain crags, in a wood at daybreak; with an arm clasping his waist or a head thrown back on his shoulder, trying to silence his noisy heart, Hephaistion understood he was being told everything. With pride and awe, with tenderness, torment and guilt, he lost the thread, and fought with himself, and caught the drift again to find something gone past recall. Bewildering treasures were being poured into his hands and slipping through his fingers, while his mind wandered to the blinding trifle of his own desire. At any moment he would be asked what he thought; he was valued as more than a listener. Knowing this he would attend again, and be caught up even against his will; Alexander could transmit imagination as some other could transmit lust.
Sayfa 303 - Vintage Books – March, 1977Kitabı okudu
"All these knocks we get when we're young, that's how we learn to bear our wounds, when we go to war. Look. Move over. Look what I got, the first time I fought the Illyrians."
He pulled back the kilt of scarlet wool from his thigh, and showed the long ridged scar, with a pit where the spearhead had plowed through almost to the bone. The boy gazed with respect, and felt it with his finger.
"Well," said Agis, covering it again, "that hurt, you can guess. And what kept me from yelling out, and being shamed before the Companions? My father's clips on the ear. The fellow who gave me that never lived to boast of it. My first man, he was. When I showed my father his head, he gave me my sword belt, offered up my boy's girdle-cord, and feasted all our kindred."
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Sometimes, when he was lit up and full of gratitude for being understood, Longing, who has the power to achieve all things, would prompt the right word or touch; he would fetch a profound sigh, dragged up it seemed from the depth of his being, and murmur something in the Macedonian of his childhood; and all would be well, or as well as it could ever be.
Sayfa 303 - Vintage Books – March, 1977Kitabı okudu
He talked of man and fate; of words heard in dreams from speaking serpents; of the management of cavalry against infantry and archers; he quoted Homer on heroes, Aristotle on the Universal Mind, and Solon on love; he talked of Persian tactics and the Thracian battle-mind; about his dog that had died, about the beauty of friendship. He plotted the march of Xenophon's Ten Thousand, stage by stage from Babylon to the sea. He retailed the backstairs gossip of the Palace, the staff room and the phalanx, and confided the most secret policies of both his parents. He considered the nature of the soul in life and death, and that of the gods; he talked of Herakles and Dionysos, and how Longing can achieve all things.
Sayfa 303 - Vintage Books – March, 1977Kitabı okudu
Alexander came swiftly over, struck with remorse at having forgotten. "In our souls," he said, "we'll be more than ever united, winning eternal fame. Son of Menitios, great one, you who delight my heart." He smiled deeply into Hephaistion's eyes, which faithfully smiled back. "Love is the true food of the soul. But the soul eats to live, like the body, it mustn't live to eat."
"No," said Hephaistion. What he lived for was his own business, part of which was that Alexander should not be burdened with it.
"The soul must live to do."
Hephaistion put aside the sword, took up the dagger with its dolphin hilts and agate pommel, and agreed that this was so.
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