kürk mantolu madonna - sabahattin ali

"şimdi aramızda noksan olan şeyin ne olduğunu biliyorum." dedi. "bu eksiklik sana değil, bana ait...bende inanmak noksanmış... beni bu kadar çok sevdiğine bir türlü inanmadığım için sana aşık olmadığı zannediyormuşum... bunu şimdi anlıyorum. demek ki, insanlar benden inanmak kabiliyetini almışlar.... ama şimdi inanıyorum... sen beni inandırdın. seni seviyorum. deli gibi değil, gayet aklı başında olarak seviyorum... seni istiyorum...içimde müthiş bir arzu var... bir iyi olsam!"

human

I've finally finished reading "the great gatsby", and i found this writing afterwards;

'Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter --tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. ... And one fine morning ---- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.'

"I have a different interpretation of this passage.

As a culture, Americans (and perhaps humans in general) are constantly seeking to distance themselves from the past. It's everywhere I look. Think about the great masses of teenagers whose sole aim in life is to "get out of this stupid town." We're always trying to escape the past, to lead better lives than our parents, to find something new and exciting. Think about the line "tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther." We live our lives constantly striving to better our situation tomorrow, or next month, or next year. We live for a dream, seeking a future that we imagine in our minds.

The character of Gatsby is the manifestation of this desire. He is a dreamer. In his futile pursuit of Daisy, he seeks an unattainable, shapeless future that reflects all of our hopeless dreams. Daisy could be that coveted promotion, the corner office, maybe an artistic achievement, like the Great American Novel or Rock stardom.

But it never works. The final sentence says as much. We are rowing our boats toward the future, but we will never get there, because the current flows toward the past. No matter how hard we row, it will all be futile, because we'll always end up in the past.

Yet Fitzgerald stops short of condemning this pursuit; instead, he acknowledges that it is a part of human nature. Notice how he says, "So we beat on..." like it's inevitable that we row our boats this way, despite the current flowing in the opposite direction. This is what makes The Great Gatsby a tragedy. It's like Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert, which recognises the tragedy of the pursuit of the romantic life. It is a part of who we are. It is human."