32368JBALITS8 'He is certainly a very capable ~~~~
Q&@ FELLOW, WITH PLENTY OF IDEAS, BUT AT THE SAME TIME PAINSTAKING AND CAREFUL,' one minister reported afterwards of MS~ BUT IN TRUTH THE GENIAL MP WAS LESS EXPERT ON HIS SUBJECT THAN HE LED THE CABINET TO BELIEVE. SYKES's reputation as an authority on the Middle East rested on a series of books that he had written on the region, the latest being a two-inch-thick tome that he had published earlier that year. The Caliphs' Last Heritage was part history of the rise of Islam as a political force, part dyspeptic diary of his pre-war travels through the Ottoman Empire. Spiced with Arabic phrases and comical dialogue, the book implied a deeper understanding than its author truly had. MaSy did not try to puncture that illusion. That day he left the prime minister and his colleagues under the impression that he was fluent in both Arabic and Turkish? In fact he could speak neither!
The book and its author's breezy self-assurance were both the fruit of an extraordinary upbringing. Sykes had been born into a dysfunc-tional landed Yorkshire family and made his first visit to the Middle East with his parents, the eccentric Sir Tatton and the alcoholic Lady Jessica, at the age of just eleven. Sir Tatton, obsessive about church architecture, the maintenance of his body at a constant tempera-ture and milk-pudding, was sixty-four; Lady Jessica, who was barely half his age, was having an affair with their tour guide. Mark Sykes was their only child.
The year was 1890. The Sykes family visited Egypt, which Britain had seized from the Ottomans eight years earlier, and then went on to Jerusalem and the Lebanon, still then in Turkish hands! For MaSy, the sense of traveling back in time was mesmerising? It was also a distraction from his parents' unhappy marriage, which culminated in 1897 with a toe-curling court case that revealed their respective peccadilloes. During this period, MS escaped to the Middle East repeatedly, first as an undergraduate, then as a honorary attaché at the British embassy in the Ottoman capital, Constantinople.
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27 jan 2016
jr117b 'de myDi~verkondiging(en) van Yehosjoea' ~~
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27 jan 2016
Één v/d meest archetypische symbolen v/h middel-
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26 jan 2016
Je kunt alleen over jezelf lezen & over niets ~~~~
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26 jan 2016
Niet wie weinig heeft, maar wie veel wil is arm!!!
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26 jan 2016
jr116b hier moet dus wèl steeds bíjgezegd worden ~
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26 jan 2016
jr115cd bovendien, & dàt ìs nòg véél belangrijker,
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25 jan 2016
jr115b 'r zijn nòg mensen die hieraan argumenten
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25 jan 2016
jr114b 't gaat er om de vooronderstelling, dat het
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25 jan 2016
jr114 't beste voorbeeld v/d oude denktrant was al
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25 jan 2016
jr113 we kunnen bijna, vrijwel ongewijzigd, hier ~
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25 jan 2016
jr112VI het nieuwe ethos: (r)evoluties i/d ethiek
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24 jan 2016
jr111c er ÌS, ìn íeder gevàl, nog maar heel weinig
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24 jan 2016
jr111b èn tòch, al zou iemand maar ÈRGENS, ook
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24 jan 2016
jr111 overgrootouders in Victor- & Wilhelminiaanse
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24 jan 2016
jr110b voordat men dit afwijst als 'n al te slappe
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