readers will discover in due course. This only goes to show that Halit Ayarcı was the first person to appreciate me and Nuriâor, more correctly, Nuri through me, and, naturally, me through himâand the first person to discern the preternatural role that time pieces play in our lives, with time itself ruling them by imperial decree.
And let us not forget one of Halit Ayarcıâs more outstanding qualities: his knack for uncovering hidden talents and treasures.
Nuri Efendi and Halit Ayarcıâmy life circled these two great poles. One I met when I was still quite young, at a time when my eyes had only just opened to the world and the people in it. The other stepped into my life when I had lost all hope, when I believed the story of my life was at an end. These two men, so distinct in virtue and mentality, were likewise distinct in their understandings of time, but in me their opposites merged in such a way as to never again diverge. I was the product of their combined efforts. I was like the secondhand watches Nuri Efendi repaired by carefully assembling parts made by different craftsmen; I was a mechanism made of two personalities combined and harnessed to the caravan of time, an âamendedâ alloy, a composite work of art.
Nuri Efendi was perhaps more meticulous in regulating watches and clocks than in repairing them. An unregulated timepiece would drive this otherwise mild-mannered man to despair. As more and more clocks appeared around the city following the reestablishment of the constitution in 1908 , he would no longer set foot outside his workshop for fear of âexposure to an unregulated clock.â To him a broken or damaged clock was like a sick human being, and while it was natural for man to fall ill, an unregulated clock had no such excuse. To his mind it was a social affront, a mortal sin. And it wasinevitable that these unregulated timepieces would provide the devil with yet another way to delude humanity, driving men from the road to God and robbing them of their time.
As Nuri Efendi so often said, âRegulation is chasing down the seconds!â This was yet another of his deft turns of phrase that so astonished Halit Ayarcı:
âThink about the implications of these words, my dear friend Hayri Irdal. This means that a properly regulated clock never loses a single second! And what are we doing about it? What about the people in this city, in the country at large? Weâre losing half our time with unregulated clocks. If every person loses one second per hour, we lose a total of eighteen million seconds in that hour. Assuming the essentially useful part of the day consists of ten hours, we are left with one hundred eighty million seconds. So in just one day a hundred eighty million secondsâin other words three million minutes; this means a loss of fifty thousand hours per day. Now perform the calculations and see how many lifetimes suddenly slip away every year. And half of these eighteen million people donât even own watches; and if they do, they donât work. Among them youâll find some that are half an hour, even a whole hour, behind standard time. Itâs a maddening loss of time . . . a loss in terms of our work, our lives, and our everyday economy. Can you now see the immensity of Nuri Efendiâs mind, his genius? Thanks to his inspiration, we shall make up the loss. Therein lies the truly beneficial aspect of our institute. Let the critics say what they will. Our society will undertake this vital task. I want you to get right to work on an accurate and comprehensive statistical field report, so we can print brochures this weekend . . . But, then again, Iâll prepare them myselfâI mustnât delegate such a delicate job. You shall write the life of Nuri Efendi, a book in the European style. Only you can meet such a challengeâit is your duty to introduce this man to the world.â
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