The Spoonmaker's Diamond

About the Book

Cruickshank, there are certain afternoons Rigged with clouds, when this city about to sail, Forever at anchor, tugs at all one´s cables...

LOVETT´S TURKISH ALBUM

How bounteous the summer evenings to our verandahs,
What invitations on the tides! How inveterate the heart!
I am voices in dreams wind-choked down an old man´s chimney-flue.
In those waters of oblivion still swings the anchor.

O ISTANBUL!

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