3 November 2006. Young woman in hooded slicker--passing by just for an instant--dark blue, leaning back, holding her end of long leather leash. Yesterday, or the day before--someone sitting with beautiful golden lab, all droop and paw--patient face taking in the world... Pamuk on Istanbul--an inbuilt darkness--black trees on autumn hillsides, pulling in the light. Swift waters of the Bosphorus--Greek fishing village, burning wood. Quality of huzul--he goes to great lengths to explain. A kind of collective melancholy...suffered in concert. Or is it that--suffering, I mean--more a recessive joy in the unchanging plainness of the everyday... Izmir, too. Anatalia...
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