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Do not trust your memory. It is a net full of holes. The most beautiful prizes slip through it.

Georges Duhamel, The Heart's Domain, 1919

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From La Possession du monde (The Heart's Domain, 1919), which the French writer Georges Duhamel wrote while serving as an army surgeon in the First World War. In a chapter on sharing one's discoveries with others, he recalls a friend who said almost every day that he had had a beautiful thought that morning and lost it. So keep a small notebook, Duhamel advises: the soul is a rushing river carrying mud, grass, flowers and gold, and the nuggets must be set aside before the current takes them.

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Hafızana güvenme; delik deşik bir ağdır, en güzel avlar içinden kayıp gider.
Georges Duhamel, La Possession du monde, 1919

Söz, Fransız yazar Georges Duhamel'in Birinci Dünya Savaşı'nda ordu cerrahıyken yazdığı La Possession du monde (1919) kitabında geçer. İnsanın bulduklarını başkalarıyla paylaşmasını konu alan bölümde Duhamel, neredeyse her gün, sabah aklına güzel bir düşünce geldiğini ama onu unuttuğunu söyleyen bir arkadaşından söz eder. Öğüdü, cepte küçük bir defter taşımaktır: İnsanın ruhu çamur, ot, çiçek ve altın sürükleyen coşkun bir ırmaktır; altın tanelerini akıntı alıp götürmeden ayıklamak gerekir.

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