The shame of it is that he has so many memories, but nowadays he can't remember any of them. He is like an iron chest full of treasure, and the key's been lost.
"Turkey for the Turks'. One day Mustafa Kemal will say, 'Happy is the man who calls himself a Turk,' and this will be carved into hillsides all over Anatolia. It will become the truth because it was Mustafa Kemal Atatürk who said it.
When I was young my soul seemed to be the same thing as my body. There didn't seem to be any difference, I remember that. When I needed to climb some steps, my legs just climbed, and that was all there was to it. My mind and my muscles were all one. Now when I want to climb some steps I look down at my feet and I say, 'Move, in the name of Saint Gerasimos, move!' and slowly they move, and then I stop to draw breath, and my lungs feel hard and dry, and I feel my heart fluttering in vain like the last poor starving buttertly, and this is how I have come to know in my own way that there is a soul who is not the body, but lives inside it.