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Çorb, sırtını hafifçe kamburlaştırarak karısının ardı sıra yürüyordu - ve ona öyle geliyordu ki, mutluluk böyle kokardı, ölü yapraklar gibi.

İnsanlar suçları, müzeleri, oyunları yalnızca bilinemez olandan, baş döndüren gökyüzünden kaçmak için icat ederler.

...I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by,.. everything will pass, but my happiness, dear, my happiness will remain, in the moist reflection of a streetlamp, in the cautious bend of stone steps that descend into the canal’s black waters, in the smiles of a dancing couple, in everything with which God so generously surrounds human loneliness.

With perfect good sense he could be called a “busy man,” for the subject of his occupation was his own soul—and in such cases, there can be no question of leisure or indeed any necessity for it. We are discussing the air holes of life, a dropped heartbeat, pity, the irruptions of past things...