Code of Disjointed Letters: ( Doomsday Will Arise From the Past Read Online Free PDF Page A

does not affect us now and is not seen from our current perspective. As the Mayans declared with the support of all astrological data, the twenty-first of December will be the longest night in the history of mankind, and the day after will be the beginning of a new era.”
    The astrologer was speaking now with a thrill in her voice. “The ones who are mentally ready will ride on the wings of this energy to the next level, while the others will desend into the bottomless well. It is the same as heaven and hell—”
    “ The end of days is a secret,” Hıdır, the cleric, loudly interrupted, “only signs have been given. Don’t occupy people’s minds and hearts with such nonsense.”
    The journalist tried to regain control of the deteriorating debate. “Okay, let’s discuss the subject like civilized people.”
    The cleric didn’t have any intentions of keeping quiet. “If it was the end of the world tomorrow, and they put a countdown clock in Taksim Square,” he went on, “how could one identify good and evil, faith and faithlessness—what would happen to this earthly life?”
    While everyone else was engaged in the discussion, I was so far merely a spectator. The hot spotlights of the studio dazzled me and sweat dripped down my neck. When the camera showed me, I could hear members of the audience mumbling, “Who is this miserable person, unable to talk?”
    The spiritualist, Fatin, had now found a way to be involved in the discussion. “In regards to the information that I received from the spiritual world, I can tell you that the end of our world is near and that mankind must pull itself together.”
    I didn’t know if the camera had caught it, but while Fatih was talking, I could see small ticks on his face and involuntary twitching in his arms. I wondered if it might increase as he got nervous.
    Before Fatin could continue and test my conjecture, the cleric, Hıdır, jumped in. “The Lord of all the worlds is also the Lord of demons, and his rules are also valid for them. They do not know when the end of the world will be, so they cannot tell you.”
    Hıdır went on to scold Mr. Tahsin. “I regretfully condemn you for leading such a circus-like, anxiety-provoking program by inviting such people!”
    Tahsin responded to this new criticism by announcing an ad break. Several of the guests stood up and the assistant reminded everyone that they would resume broadcasting in eight minutes.
    When I returned after having some coffee, the cleric Hıdır and the spiritualist Fatin were still having a row.
    “I’m a well-known dignitary,” Fatin grumbled loudly, “and you’d be surprised by the number of scientists, politicians, and businessmen who ask my advice”
    “A person doesn’t talk about the talents he has; he talks about the ones he would like to have,” Dr. Özel interrupted on behalf of Hıdır.
    Fatin, took exception to this, “And you, too, now,” he said to her. “As if it wasn’t enough coming from Mr. Zaman.”
    “Don’t take it personally,” she said, “but your attitude is not nice at all. You have been abusing people’s feelings, juggling six topics at the same time with a lot of quackery, and, as if that wasn’t enough, you seek to exclude us from the conversation.”
    Turning back to Mr. Tahsin, the scientist continued, “Mr. Zaman is right. You invite such people to the program because of ratings anxiety, but in doing so, you not only lower the tone of the program, you also fail to fulfill what you promised us. You told me this would be a program in which the rules of academic debate were applied. If you don’t pull the program together, I might have to leave. I have to protect the prestige of the institutes I represent.” The professor delivered this ultimatum as if she were speaking to her students in her lecture hall.
    “Okay, okay,” Tahsin said. “I hear and agree with your concerns, top to bottom. I promise that, from now on, we will not allow such shenanigans on