Cover

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Title page, Copyright

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Contents

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pp. v-vi

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Introduction

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pp. vii-xiii

The events in Iran beginning in late 1978 which ended in the overthrow of Pahlavi rule and the establishment of an Islamic republic came as a surprise to many westerners. For Americans, it is not difficult to sympathize with the desire to overthrow dictatorship, and even to applaud its fulfillment, but the Islamic republic, ...

Volume One: Reminiscings and Beginning

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pp. 3-4

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Preface

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pp. 5-9

Sar ο Tah-e Yak Karbās, "Cut from the Same Cloth," was written eleven years ago and is now presented with some revisions to my beloved countrymen. It is almost entirely a tale from the author's childhood, and because the arena of those events and incidents is Isfahan, it can also be called Esfahān-nāmeh,"The Isfahan Story."1 ...

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Part I: Memories of Childhood Times

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pp. 10-65

Everyone knows that I am a legitimate child of Isfahan and born of its pure earth.1 That Isfahan is called "half the world" is enough to describe the city. That by making a profession of contentment, which is one of their excellent characteristics, its people have been satisfied with "half the world" for a city that is really worth a hundred worlds suffices to describe them. ...

Part II: Wanderings of Youth

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1. The Flip of a Coin

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pp. 66-71

The sun had been up not more than an hour or two when I knocked at Javād Āqā's door. Opening it, their man asked, "With whom do you have business?" "With Javād Āqā," I said. "Tell him it's an old friend who's come from far away." Javād Āqā arrived with dispatch. "What luck! How splendid! What a surprise!" he cried out with glad gusto. ...

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2. The Greedy Eyes of the Wealthy

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pp. 73-86

The thing that always disturbed me about that period and which indeed sometimes kept me in extreme agony was the extraordinary struggle and strain and effort and exertion that my father showed in accumulation of wealth and property on the one hand and in miserly parsimony and stinginess on the other and, truly, he would try to skim a profit off anything. ...

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3. The Magi's Abbey and Their Pir

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pp. 86-111

It wasn't long until I reached the School of the Four Gardens.1 Its other name, as you certainly haven't forgotten, is the School of the King's Mother and it is the same school that Shah Soltan-hoseyn Safavi's mother built. I had a longstanding acquaintance with it. ...

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4. Heartache

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pp. 111-125

I briefly related to him the events of my marriage and divorce, and then, because of the friendship and familiarity that had been solidly established between us in that short time, I also set out for him my untold secrets. I didn't conceal that some time after being freed from the hands of the sayyids' girl of Feshārak, ...

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5. Resurrection

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pp. 125-132

My fresh, new style of life began with those arrangments. For the Resurrection first ten or twelve days, I enjoyed its unspoiled simplicity so much that like a man under the influence of liquor or hashish, I didn't properly notice the passing of the minutes and hours or the succession of days and nights or the change of day into night and night into day. ...

Volume Two: Traveling on the Horizons and in the Mind

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pp. 133-134

Part I: Roaming and Getting Acquainted

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1. Extortion

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pp. 135-151

I was still in bed heavy-eyed with sleep one day when my chamber door opened slowly and the usual beaming face of Mollā Abd-ol-hadi appeared. After reciting an appropriate poem as an invitation for me to awake and without replying to my greeting, he asked, "Have you ever gone to our village of Kolāhdown and had a look at the Shaking Minarets and the Fire Temple nearby it?" ...

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2. People of Purity and Truth

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pp. 151-169

Mowlānā did some thinking and said, "How would it be to go and eat lunch at Mir's grave ? It's a cheerful place to relax and its waters are colder than hail and clearer than crystal." "Long live Mir!" I said, and we set off. ...

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3. The World of Chivalry and Manliness

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pp. 170-200

The next evening after a supper to break the day's fast, we went directly to the zurkādneh with me as a parasite on Mowlānā. In the gymnasts' terminology, the zurkādneh is a place for the clean and pure and, as you know, evildoers and men of ill-repute do not have the right to strip down in it. ...

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4. Nightlife

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pp. 200-209

It's a nice night," he said, "and there's still some time left until the cannon's fired to mark the beginning of today's Ramazān fast. How about taking a stroll across the Bridge of Thirty-three Arches to walk a while in the Field of a Thousand Acres and on the slopes of Sofeh Mountain." ...

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5. The Hell of Fanaticism

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pp. 209-227

"I beg you," said Mowlānā, "to 'cut down the compliments and add to the purse, as the saying goes. Your excuses are worse than the sin! It would be nice if you would instead wash up as quickly as possible and get yourself organized because they've brought some beasts for us to ride and we must go to Lenjān." ...

Part II: Return to the Original or Solving the Problem

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1. And They're Cut from the Same Cloth . . .

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pp. 228-239

In short, I passed twenty-three whole months with such a man and I truly enjoyed my life. God's days arrived from the fragrant garden of mercy with fresh fruit and delicacies fresher than fresh and each hour my devotion to Mowlānā and my faith in him and my affection for him increased. ...

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2. Without Rhyme or Reason

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pp. 239-256

It was one of those incomparable nights which God seems to have bestowed exclusively on the city of Isfahan, and like the perfume of the Mohammadi rose and the intoxication of Khollar wine and love's first kiss, any description of it is unrewarding. ...

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3. "Party's Over!"

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pp. 256-277

"Oh, how lucky you've been!" said Ali Āqā. "But then let's please see what I should do next." "What you should do is clear as day," said should do is clear as day," said Mowlānā. "You must give up these little games and be a man! Being a man has nothing to do with constantly bragging to people and thinking only of throwing the rotten stuff of your boasting in some poor person's face ...

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4. The Absent Who's Present

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pp. 277-284

Two months and fifteen days had now passed as described and again my brother and I and the rest of the household were all sitting Mowlānā's arrival. The sound of the evening call to prayer arose gradually and there was still no news of Mowlānā. I said to Ali Āqā, "I'd better go and see why he's late. ...

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Conclusion

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pp. 284-286

As you may recall, I said in the beginning of this story that Javād Āqā and I had flipped a coin in the cool underground room of his house to decide which of us would tell his adventure first and the toss went to him. ...

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Translator's Postscript

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pp. 287-291

Soon after submitting a proposal for this translation to the National Endowment for the Humanities (NEH), I wrote to Jamalzadeh and described the goals of the NEH translation program, explained why I thought this work would fit those goals, and asked his permission to publish the final translation. ...

Glossary

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pp. 292-296

Bibliography

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pp. 297-298