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(…)His intention, after Isabel left Paris, was to go to Greece, but this he abondoned. What he actually did he told me himself many years later, but I will relate it now because it is more convenient to place events as far as I can in chronological order. He stayed on in Paris during the summer and worked without a break till autumn was well advanced. (p.105)<\/p>\n
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(…)I do not want the reader to think I am making a mystery of whatever it was that happened to Larry during the war that so profoundly affected him, a mystery that I shall disclose at a convenient moment. I don’t think he ever told anybody. He did, however, many years later tell a woman, Suzanne Rouvier, whom Larry and I both knew, about the young airman who had met his death saving his life. She repeated it to me and so I can only relate it at second hand. I have translated it from her French. Larry had apparently struck up a great friendship with another boy in his squadron. Suzanne knew him only by the ironical nickname by which Larry spoke of him. (p. 54)<\/p><\/div>\n
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\u015eimdi yaz\u0131nca hat\u0131rlad\u0131m, bir de bu dil meselesi var… Yine kitab\u0131n ba\u015f\u0131ndaki giri\u015f k\u0131sm\u0131nda, karakterlerinin \u00e7o\u011funun Amerikan olmas\u0131ndan yola \u00e7\u0131karak, bir \u0130ngiliz olan kendisinin onlar\u0131 do\u011fru konu\u015fturamayaca\u011f\u0131 uyar\u0131s\u0131n\u0131 yap\u0131yor:<\/p>\n
| <\/p>\n Another reason that has caused me to embark upon this work with apprehension is that the persons I have chiefly to deal with are American. It is very difficult to know people and I don’t think one can ever really know any but one’s own country, men. For men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they were born, the city apartment or the farm in which they learnt to walk, the games they played as children, the old wives’ tales they overheard, the food they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the poets they read, and the God they believed in. It is all these things that have made them what they are and these are things that you can’t come to know by hearsay, you can only know them if you have lived them. You can only know them if you are them. And because you cannot know persons of a nation foreign to you except from observation, it is difficult to give them credibility in the pages of a book. Even so subtle and careful an observer as Henry James, though he lived in England for forty years, never managed to create an Englishman who was through and through English. For my part, except in a few short stories I have never attempted to deal with any but my own countrymen, and if I have ventured to do otherwise in short stories it is because in them you can treat your characters more summarily. You give the reader broad indications and leave him to fill in the details. It may be asked why, if I turned Paul Gauguin into an Englishman, I could not do the same with the persons of this book. The answer is simple: I couldn’t. They would not then have been the people they are. I do not pretend that they are American as Americans see themselves; they are American seen through an English eye. I have not attempted to reproduce the peculiarities of their speech. The mess English writers make when they try to do this is only equalled by the mess American writers make when they try to reproduce English as spoken in England. Slang is the great pitfall. Henry James in his English stories made constant use of it, but never quite as the English do, so that instead of getting the colloquial effect he was after, it too often gives the English reader an uncomfortable jolt. (p.3)<\/div>\n <\/TD><\/TR><\/TABLE><\/p>\n Ama kitapta, \u015fimdiye kadar olan k\u0131s\u0131mda, beni en b\u00fcy\u00fcledi\u011fi yer, fena halde tufaya yat\u0131rd\u0131\u011f\u0131 yerin ta kendisi oldu. \u015e\u00f6yle ki: esas o\u011flan Larry Paris’te bohem hayat\u0131 ya\u015famaktad\u0131r, ni\u015fanl\u0131s\u0131 Isabel ile geleceklerini konu\u015furlar. Isabel varl\u0131kl\u0131 bir aileden gelmektedir, rahata al\u0131\u015f\u0131kt\u0131r, her gece balodan baloya gider, ak\u0131ll\u0131 da bir k\u0131zd\u0131r. Larry’nin otel odas\u0131n\u0131 g\u00f6r\u00fcnce \u015foka girer. Burada Larry, k\u0131t kanaat ya\u015fayacaklar\u0131 ama her yeri gezip g\u00f6recekleri, formaliteden, g\u00f6steri\u015ften uzak, maceral\u0131 bir birliktelik teklifi sunar fakat Isabel kendi ya\u015fam standartlar\u0131n\u0131n alt\u0131ndaki b\u00f6yle bir hayat\u0131 s\u00fcrd\u00fcremeyece\u011fini belirtir (bu arada, Isabel, olas\u0131 tahmininizin aksine, son derece ak\u0131ll\u0131 bir k\u0131zd\u0131r – na\u00e7iz blogger’\u0131n\u0131z Sururi Beyefendi’nin, bu “ak\u0131ll\u0131 tiki k\u0131zlar” kavram\u0131yla ilk kar\u015f\u0131la\u015ft\u0131\u011f\u0131mda ufak \u00e7apta bir \u015fok dahi ya\u015fam\u0131\u015fl\u0131\u011f\u0131 vard\u0131r hatta! 8). Sonra Isabel, Larry’nin o sala\u015f otel odas\u0131ndan ailesiyle kald\u0131\u011f\u0131 eve d\u00f6ner:<\/p>\n
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