DeWar sat and thought for a moment. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘it’s not much of a story, but it is a story of sorts.’<\/p>\n
‘Then tell it.’<\/p>\n
‘It is suitable for the boy?’ Huesse asked.<\/p>\n
‘I shall make it so.’ DeWar sat forward and shifted his sword and dagger. ‘Once upon a time there was a magical land where every man was a king, every woman a queen, each boy a prince and all girls princesses. In this land there were no hungry people and no crippled people.’<\/p>\n
‘Were there any poor people?’ asked Lattens.<\/p>\n
‘That depends what you mean. In a way no, because they could all have any amount of riches they wanted, but in a way yes, for there were people who chose to have nothing. Their hearts’ desire was to be free from owning anything, and they usually preferred to stay in the desert or in the mountains or the forests, living in caves or trees or just wandering around. Some lived in the great cities, where they too just roved about. But wherever they chose to wander, the decision was always theirs.’<\/p>\n
‘Were they holy people?’ Lattens asked.<\/p>\n
‘Well, in a way, maybe.’<\/p>\n
‘Were they all handsome and beautiful, too?’ Huesse asked.<\/p>\n
‘Again, that depends what you mean by beautiful,’ DeWar said apologetically. Perrund sighed with exasperation. ‘Some people see a sort of beauty in ugliness,’ DeWar said. ‘And if everybody is beautiful there is something singular in being ugly, or just plain. But, generally, yes, everybody was as beautiful as they wanted to be.’<\/p>\n
‘So many ifs and buts,’ Perrund said. ‘This sounds a very equivocal land.’<\/p>\n
‘In a way,’ DeWar smiled. Perrund hit him with a cushion. ‘Sometimes,’ DeWar continued, ‘as people in the land brought more of it under cultivation—’<\/p>\n
‘What was the name of the land?’ Lattens interrupted.<\/p>\n
‘Oh . . . Lavishia, of course. Anyway, sometimes the citizens of Lavishia would discover whole groups of people who lived a bit like the wanderers, that is, like the poor or holy people in their own land, but who did not have the choice of living like that. Such people lived like that because they had to. These were people who hadn’t had the advantages in life the people of Lavishia were used to. In fact, dealing with such people soon became the biggest problem the people of Lavishia had.’<\/p>\n
‘What? They had no war, famine, pestilence, taxes?’ Perrund asked.<\/p>\n
‘None. And no real likelihood of the last three.’<\/p>\n
‘I feel my credulity being stretched,’ Perrund muttered.<\/p>\n
‘So in Lavishia everybody was happy?’ Huesse asked.<\/p>\n
‘As happy as they could be,’ DeWar said. ‘People still managed to make their own unhappinesses, as people always do.’<\/p>\n
Perrund nodded. ‘Now it begins to sound plausible.’ <\/p><\/div>\n
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Kesin daha \u00f6nceden de yazm\u0131\u015f\u0131md\u0131r, Special Circumstances gibi en u\u00e7 birimlerini g\u00f6z ard\u0131 edersek, Culture benim \u00fctopyam, ya\u015famak istedi\u011fim yer. Bir de Banks her Culture roman\u0131n\u0131 o kadar \u00f6yle yerlerde ge\u00e7irtiyor ki, her \u015fey her yer \u00e7ok tan\u0131d\u0131k ve bu kadar tan\u0131d\u0131k oldu\u011fundan bir o kadar da bunalt\u0131c\u0131 geliyor insana. B\u00f6yle durumlarda, Piyale Madra’n\u0131n Piknik’inin ZAKU’sunun \u00f6zlemiyle yan\u0131p tutu\u015fuyorum…<\/p>\n
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<\/a>B\u00fct\u00fcn Zaku serisi i\u00e7in t\u0131klay\u0131n\u0131z..<\/i><\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Bu aralar yine Iain M. Banks‘in The Culture evrenine d\u00f6n\u00fc\u015f yapt\u0131m serinin 6. kitab\u0131 Inversions ile. \u00dc\u00e7 – d\u00f6rt g\u00fcnd\u00fcr okuyorum, herhalde bug\u00fcn biter. Bu kitab\u0131n bir \u00f6zelli\u011fi de, Culture’\u0131n ad\u0131n\u0131n hi\u00e7 ge\u00e7memesi. Asl\u0131na bakarsan\u0131z, kitap bizim Orta \u00c7a\u011f Avrupas\u0131’na benzer bir zaman-mekan diliminde ge\u00e7mekte. Biri bir bayan doktor (Vossil), di\u011feri de bir fedainin (DeWar) … Okumaya devam et “Zaku, Culture ve Ben T\u00fcrkiye’deyken…”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4,5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2006"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2006"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2006\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2006"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2006"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2006"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}