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A warm flow of pain was gradually replacing the ice and wood of the anaesthetic in his thawing, still half-dead, abominably martyred mouth. After that, during a few days he was in mourning for an intimate part of himself. It surprised him to realize how fond he had been of his teeth. His tongue, a fat sleek seal, used to flop and slide so happily among the familiar rocks, checking the contours of a battered but still secure kingdom, plunging from cave to cove, climbing this jag, nuzzling that notch, finding a shred of sweet seaweed in the same old cleft; but now not a landmark remained, and all there existed was a great dark wound, a terra incognita of gums which dread and disgust forbade one to investigate. And when the plates were thrust in, it was like a poor fossil skull being fitted with the grinning jaws of a perfect stranger.
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vladimir
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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Estragon: Acaba beraber olmasaydik ikimiz icin de daha hayirli olmaz miydi? (sahneyi bastan basa gecer, tumsege oturur.) Ayni yolun yolculari degiliz aslinda. Vladimir: (kizmadan) Orasi belli degil. Estragon: Dogru, hicbir sey belli degil. (Vladimir sahneyi bastan basa gecer, Estragon'un yanina oturur.) Vladimir: Her zaman ayrilabiliriz; bizim icin daha iyi olacagina inaniyorsan. Estragon: Artik degmez. (sessizlik) Vladimir: Dogru, artik degmez. (sessizlik) Estragon: Eee, gidelim mi? Vladimir: Evet, gidelim. (Kimildamazlar.)
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vladimir
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Samuel Beckett |