They call me death, as you can see. But, you don't have to fear, I'm just an illustration. To be that figure, I can read fear in your eyes.
Though you know for sure that I'm not real-as children give themselves completely to a game-still you imprisoned in fear, as if you were staring at the real death.
This makes me happy. When you stare at me, you feel that you will abase yourself because your fear if your last moment in life has come.
When facing the death, someone will lose control upon his body-especially those who are known the braves.
For this reason, the dead bodies, that are lying on the battlefield, that you depict thousand times, don't smell blood, powder, and the heat of weapon as predicted, but they smell shit and rotten meat.
I know this is the first time for you to see the depiction of death.
Though you know for sure that I'm not real-as children give themselves completely to a game-still you imprisoned in fear, as if you were staring at the real death.
This makes me happy. When you stare at me, you feel that you will abase yourself because your fear if your last moment in life has come.
When facing the death, someone will lose control upon his body-especially those who are known the braves.
For this reason, the dead bodies, that are lying on the battlefield, that you depict thousand times, don't smell blood, powder, and the heat of weapon as predicted, but they smell shit and rotten meat.
I know this is the first time for you to see the depiction of death.
Source : My NAme is Red (Benim Adim Kirmizi)
Orhan Pamuk
Orhan Pamuk
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