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Tayeb Salih szudáni

1929. július 12. (Karmakol, Szudán) – 2009. február 18. (London)

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Könyvei 2

Tayeb Salih: Season of Migration to the North
Tayeb Salih: The Wedding of Zein

Népszerű idézetek

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Timár_Krisztina ISP

I hear a bird sing or a dog bark or the sound of an axe on wood – and I feel a sense of stability; I feel that I am important, that I am continuous and integral. No, I am not a stone thrown into the water but seed sown in a field.

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Timár_Krisztina ISP

Yet I had felt from childhood that I – that I was different – I mean that I was not like other children of my age: I wasn't affected by anything, I didn't cry when hit, wasn't glad if the teacher praised me in class, didn't suffer from the things the rest did. I was like something rounded, made of rubber: you throw it in the water and it doesn't get wet, you throw it on the ground and it bounces back.

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Timár_Krisztina ISP

It was as though they wanted to say: Look how tolerant and liberal we are! This African is just like one of us! He has married a daughter of ours and works with us on an equal footing! If only you knew, this sort of European is no less evil than the madmen who believe in the supremacy of the white man in South Africa and in the southern states of America.

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Timár_Krisztina ISP

'The world hasn't changed as much as you think,' said Mahjoub. 'Some things have changed – pumps instead of water-wheels, iron ploughs instead of wooden ones, sending our daughters to school, radios, cars, learning to drink whisky and beer instead of arak and millet wine – yet even so everything's as it was.'

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Timár_Krisztina ISP

How strange! How ironic! Just because a man has been created on the Equator some mad people regard him as a slave, others as a god. Where lies the mean? Where the middle way?

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Timár_Krisztina ISP

The sun is the enemy. Now it is exactly in the liver of the sky as the Arabs say. What a fiery liver! And thus it will remain for hours without moving – or so it will seem to living creatures when even the stones groan, the trees weep, and iron cries out for help.

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Arianrhod MP

Is the ground in which it grows arable land? Do you not see that it is stony and appreciably higher than the river bank, like the pedestal of a statue, while the river twists and turns below it like a sacred snake, one of the ancient gods of the Egyptians?

The doum tree of Wad Hamid

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Arianrhod MP

And we, when we take ourselves back to childhood memories, to that dividing line beyond which you remember nothing, see in our minds a giant doum tree standing on a river bank; everything beyond it is as cryptic as talismans, like the boundary between day and night, like that fading light which is not the dawn but the light directly preceding the break of day.

The doum tree of Wad Hamid

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Arianrhod MP

‘But that is the time when we visit the tomb of Wad Hamid at the doum tree,’ answered the man; ‘when we take our women and children and make offerings. We do this every week.’ The official laughed. ‘Then change the day!’ he replied. Had the official told these men at that moment that every one of them was a bastard, that would not have angered them more than this remark of his. They rose up as one man, bore down upon him, and would certainly have killed him if I had not intervened and snatched him from their clutches. I then put him on a donkey and told him to make good his escape.

The doum tree of Wad Hamid

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Arianrhod MP

A man with nothing to do always sits in judgment on others.

The Wedding of Zein