Here, in their midst, George feels a sort of vertigo. Oh God, what will become of them all? What chance have they? Ought I to yell out to them, right now, here, that it’s hopeless? But George knows he...
George feels that, even if all this double talk hasn't brought them any closer to understanding each other, the not-understanding, the readiness to remain at cross-purposes, is in itself a kind of int...
Comparing the two cities — the Berlin I knew in the early thirties and the Berlin I revisited in the early fifties — I have to admit that the latter is, in many respects, a far more exciting setting f...
Baskı uygulayan çoğunluk kötü olduğuna göre, der liberal kişi, demek ki baskı gören grup sütten çıkma ak kaşık olmalıdır. Bu nasıl bir saçmalıktır, farkında mısınız? Kötünün kendisinden daha kötü olan...
Azınlıklar büyük olasılıkla bizlerden farklı görünen, davranan, düşünen ve bizde olmayan kusurları olan insanlardır. Onların görünüşlerinden, davranışlarından hoşlanmayabilir, kusurlarından nefret ede...
Oh, Kenneth, Kenneth, believe me - there's nothing I'd rather do! I want like hell to tell you. But I can't. I quite literally can't. Because, don't you see, what I know is what I am? And I can't tell...
How could he possibly explain himself to these people? They wanted to learn English for show-off social reasons, or to be able to read Aldous Huxley in the original. Whereas he had learned German simp...
George makes himself remembers. He is afraid of forgetting. Jim is my life, he says. But he will have to forget, if he wants to go on living. Jim is death.