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The Secret Temple By Ömer Seyfettin

The Secret Temple By Ömer Seyfettin THE SECRET TEMPLE BY ÖMER SEYFETTIN TRANSLATED FROM THE TURKISH BY BERNARD LEWIS Princeton The other day at the Tokatlian Sermet introduced a young Frenchman to me, a friend of his from the Sorbonne. A handsome, charming youngster, with chestnut hair and china blue eyes. An impassioned enthusiast of the "Glamour of the East". His first words were: - You don't know yourselves. You imagine that Europe is worth something, and you neither see your own beauties nor live your own mysteries. I smiled at this rebuke, though I couldn't decide, on the spur of the moment, whether it was right or wrong. - What do you know about what we don't see and what we don't t live?... - I've seen it with my own eyes, he said excitedly. I've spent the last three days in Sermet's house. Everything "a la franca"; the dining room, the bedroom, his wife's and brother's clothes and movements, even their minds and thoughts were all European. Ah, where is the Turkey of Pierre Loti? - Loti's Turkey is on the other side, in old Istanbul, I said. - Yes, that's what they say, but it's a world that one can't get http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Die Welt des Islams Brill

The Secret Temple By Ömer Seyfettin

Die Welt des Islams , Volume 28 (1-4): 301 – Jan 1, 1988

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Publisher
Brill
Copyright
© 1988 Koninklijke Brill NV, Leiden, The Netherlands
ISSN
0043-2539
eISSN
1570-0607
DOI
10.1163/157006088X00230
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Abstract

THE SECRET TEMPLE BY ÖMER SEYFETTIN TRANSLATED FROM THE TURKISH BY BERNARD LEWIS Princeton The other day at the Tokatlian Sermet introduced a young Frenchman to me, a friend of his from the Sorbonne. A handsome, charming youngster, with chestnut hair and china blue eyes. An impassioned enthusiast of the "Glamour of the East". His first words were: - You don't know yourselves. You imagine that Europe is worth something, and you neither see your own beauties nor live your own mysteries. I smiled at this rebuke, though I couldn't decide, on the spur of the moment, whether it was right or wrong. - What do you know about what we don't see and what we don't t live?... - I've seen it with my own eyes, he said excitedly. I've spent the last three days in Sermet's house. Everything "a la franca"; the dining room, the bedroom, his wife's and brother's clothes and movements, even their minds and thoughts were all European. Ah, where is the Turkey of Pierre Loti? - Loti's Turkey is on the other side, in old Istanbul, I said. - Yes, that's what they say, but it's a world that one can't get

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Published: Jan 1, 1988

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