than at Smyrna; the impression grows on one day by day. At Lausanne I tried to make them understand that they were still busying themselves over a Turkey that is dead. . . . "You can't talk to these people as you were accustomed to speak under the Sultans, they would not understand you."
They only smiled at a woman carried away by her emotions. But they were wrong; this is no question of sex. The very ramparts, clear-cut in the distance like gigantic razor-blades, the very remains of the Roman, even the Seldjoucide and Osman, civilisations which halted among these hills, will bear witness to the birth of a new nation!
As I gaze out over the mountain-tomb of Timourlin a voice seems to cut through the chill air: "Here is a glory that will not perish. Here, where the civilisations of the world's childhood have flourished; here, on the ruins of the great Empire of the Ancients; here beginneth a new Turkey, the democrat of democracies!"
