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“Genler içinde bulundukları çevrelere programlanmış tepkiler gösterirler - yoksa korunan bir biçim olmazdı. Fakat aynı zamanda şansın kendine özgü kaprislerinin yapışması için de pay bırakırlar. Bu etkileşime ''yazgı'' diyoruz; kendimizin buna verdiği tepkimelere de ''seçim''. Konuşma yetisine sahip iki ayaklı ve dik yürüyen bir organizma, işte bu şekilde bir plan dahilinde, ama aynı zamanda planın dışına çıkmak üzere inşa edilir. Böyle bir organizmanın tek bir eşsiz varyantına ''birey'' deriz.”

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Book:The Gene: An Intimate History
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Siddhartha Mukherjee

Siddhartha Mukherjee is a distinguished physician and oncologist, born in 1970. He has made substantial contributions to cancer research and has been recognized with numerous awards, including the Pulitzer Prize for General Non-Fiction for his book 'The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer'. more

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