Change and Decay September 3rd AM - Sultanahmet, Istanbul I want this journal to be a hymn to the life poetical of Asia Minor, rather than to decline, and so I had better address the decline first. Istanbul is a carcass. She is like some great whale beached on the shores of the Bosphorus, startling in her beauty - the echoing caverns of light, the great vaults of the ribs, the priceless troves of ambergris - yet a carcass nonetheless. She can give testament to the long, slow withdrawing roar of Rome, of Byzantium, of the Umayyad Arabs (who were here
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