beytler ekşiden bizi takip ediyorlarmış biraz

lately, plump buck mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. a yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. he held the bowl aloft and intoned:
- introibo ad altare dei.
ulysses,

.because he knew that for other people their own social obligations took precedence of the death of a
friend, and could put himself in her place by dint of his instinctive
politeness."
— marcel proust (in search of lost time, volume iii: the guermantes way

'they ain't no luck on this place.' roskus said. 'i seen it at first but when they changed his name i knowed it.'"
- william faulkner, the sound and the fury, april seventh, 1928

post modernizm hakkında paylaştığım bu küçücük ama bir o kadar da irfan dolu sözlerle sizi düşünmeye davet ediyorum üstelik britanyanın köpegiyim ondan ingilizce yaziyorum