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• 7 aralik'ta nobel odulunu torenlerle stockholm concert hall'da almis macar romanci. nobel kabul konusmasinin adi 'heureka` imis.
  sevgili suserlar icin derlenmis bir bolum asagidaki uzredir:
  
  "i do not mean to be facetious. consider what happened to language in the twentieth century, what became of words. i daresay that the first and most shocking discovery made by writers in our time was that language, in the form it came down to us, a legacy of some primordial culture, had simply become unsuitable to convey concepts and processes that had once been unambiguous and real. think of kafka, think of orwell, in whose hands the old language simply disintegrated. it was as if they were turning it round and round in an open fire, only to display its ashes afterward, in which new and previously unknown patterns emerged.
  
  in short, i died once, so i could live. perhaps that is my real story. if it is, i dedicate this work, born of a child's death, to the millions who died and to those who still remember them. but, since we are talking about literature, after all, the kind of literature that, in the view of your academy, is also a testimony, my work may yet serve a useful purpose in the future, and - this is my heart's desire - may even speak to the future. whenever i think of the traumatic impact of auschwitz, i end up dwelling on the vitality and creativity of those living today. thus, in thinking about auschwitz, i reflect, paradoxically, not on the past but the future."