#TheStarRover

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ICYMI BOOK REVIEW: #IWillNeverSeeThisWorldAgain by #AhmetAtlan. The memoir of a Turkish writer unjustly imprisoned written in stark, lovely prose.

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..."Bugünde yaşıyorum. Ne geçmişe ne de geleceğe kafa yoruyorum..." 💭☕️📖 ____ ___ ____ #jacklondon #yıldızgezgini #thestarrover #bookstagram #instabook #book #booklover #bookworm #bookaholic #kitap #kitapkurdu #kitapkahve #kitapagaci #kimneokudu #kitaptutkusu #kitapönerisi #kitapokuyorum #kitapsevgisi #coffeeandbooks #coffeebook #kitapöner #işbankasıkültüryayınları https://www.instagram.com/p/BqzsLiDjP96/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15hwrrft4yvu6

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Life is vastly different from mere chemic matter fluxing in high modes of motion. Life persists. Life is the thread of fire that persists through all the modes of matter. I know. I am life. I have lived ten thousand generations. I have lived millions of years. I have possessed many bodies. I, the possessor of these many bodies, have persisted. I am life. I am the unquenched spark ever flashing and astonishing the face of time, ever working my will and wreaking my passion on the cloddy aggregates of matter, called bodies, which I have transiently inhabited. For look you. This finger of mine, so quick with sensation, so subtle to feel, so delicate in its multifarious dexterities, so firm and strong to crook and bend or stiffen by means of cunning leverages—this finger is not I. Cut it off. I live. The body is mutilated. I am not mutilated. The spirit that is I, is whole. Very well. Cut off all my fingers. I am I. The spirit is entire. Cut off both hands. Cut off both arms at the shoulder sockets. Cut off both legs at the hip sockets. And I, the unconquerable and indestructible I, survive. Am I any the less for these mutilations, for these subtractions of the flesh? Certainly not. Clip my hair, Shave from me with sharp razors my lips, my nose, my ears—ay, and tear out the eyes of me by the roots; and there, mewed in that featureless skull that is attached to a hacked and mangled torso, there in that cell of the chemic flesh, will still be I, unmutilated, undiminished. Oh, the heart still beats. Very well. Cut out the heart or, better, fling the flesh-remnant into a machine of a thousand blades and make mincemeat of it—and I, I, don’t you understand, all the spirit and the mystery and the vital fire and life of me, am off and away. I have not perished. Only the body has perished, and the body is not I."

Jack London, The Star Rover

[its-suanneschafer-author]

BOOK REVIEW: #IWillNeverSeeThisWorldAgain by #AhmetAtlan. The memoir of a Turkish writer unjustly imprisoned written in stark, lovely prose.