Word: turkishly
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After 1970, with Turkish production of the narcotic curtailed by U.S. pressure, the major dealers in the Triangle began large-scale exports. They had discovered that they could reap huge profits by selling their heroin-which they refine from the morphine derivative of raw opium-to the burgeoning markets among the G.I.s in Viet Nam and elsewhere in the West. One kilo of pure heroin-which sells for $300 at the Burma-Thai border-is worth at least $3,000 in Saigon, $10,000 in Marseille and $50,000 in New York City...
...Sacred Heart of Jesus still dominates the center of the capital. But its doors are locked, and the star and crescent of Islam have replaced the cross atop the spires. Everywhere, curling, zigzagging Arabic letters have supplanted the Latin alphabet. In front of the Souk al-Turk (Turkish bazaar), there is a statue of Septimius Severus, the Roman Emperor (A.D. 146-211) who was born in Libya. A visitor would not know who it was if he could not read Arabic, since the plaque in Latin letters has been removed. Today the few Italians remaining in Tripoli jokingly refer...
...FOGG: Old Wedgewood and Harvard Wedgewood, through June 24; Illustrated Books From the Gift of Mrs. Howard J. Sachs, through June 24; Turkish Art, through June 10; German Expressionist Prints through June 1; Jim Dine's Emma Bovary, through June...
...almost wiped it off the map. The old frontier is a rusting jumble of barbed wire and garbage, and the village has the same sleepy, slightly disheveled air that it had before. Men wearing the keffiyeh, the traditional black and white checkered headdress, sit around in circles drinking muddy Turkish coffee and playing shesh-besh (backgammon). The muezzin of the large Moslem mosque snoozes on a straw mat, waking periodically to give the wailing call to prayer...
...European public. Flaubert went along. The two were in Egypt for nine months. They saw the sights and visited the local celebrities, joined caravans of pilgrims and slaves. They sailed up and down the Nile, shaved their heads and wore tarbooshes, sat up late at night smoking long Turkish pipes and comparing their notes and observations. They kept diaries and wrote letters home-chaste and respectful ones to Mme. Flaubert, wildly lubricious ones to a poor sex-starved friend named Bouilhet-and later Du Camp wrote a book about their travels. Out of these materials Francis Steegmuller has translated excerpts...