Camus'nun sürgünü anlatışını sevdim:
Thus the first thing that plague brought to our town was exile... It was undoubtedly the feeling of exile -that sensation of a void within which never left us, that irrational longing to hark back to the past or else to speed up the march of time, and those keen shafts of memory that stung like fire...
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Thus, too, they came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose...
