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Billâhi ben de Yavuz Sultan Selim’in yalancısıyım: Haziran 2007
“Sanma şâhım / herkesi sen/ sâdıkane/ yâr olur
Herkesi sen/ dostun mu sandın/ belki ol/ ağyâr olur
Sâdıkane/ belki ol /âlemde bir /dildâr olur
Yâr olur,/ ağyâr olur,/ dildâr olur,/ serdâr olur.”
(Y.S.Selim}
ağyâr= yabancı
dildâr=gönül alan;sevgili
serdâr=asker; komutan
Şimdicik bu muhteşem şiiri bir de “/” ile
ayırdığımız yerlerden, yukardan aşağıya doğru bir
okuyun da, dîdeleriniz hem yaşarsın hem de “Vezn-i
âher” nasıl olurmuş bir görsünler.
Amma ve lâkin,Yavuz Sultan’ımız devrinde kadınlar katiyyen asker
olamadığına göre, amanın yoksam Yavuz’umuzun “serdar”
sevgilisi.. töbeler olsun..er kişi miydi ?
Sâniyen, Yavuz’umuz bir başka şiirinde ise, yalanım
varsa gözüm çıksın;
“Ben yatam lâyık mı ol karşımda ayağın dura
Serv-i nâzıma deyin ben öldükte namazım kılmasın”
(Y.S.Selim)
Serv-i naz = Uzun boylu sevgili
Kadın kısmı katiyyen cenaze namazı kılmadığından
ayakta namaza duran sevgili sakın ola.. vay
başımaa..er kişi mi ola ki ? Fakirin ölüp gittikte yatacak yerimiz yok
billâ.
Oldu olacak, Selim Han’ımızın güzel bir
suretini de risâlemize eklemişizdir ki bu da
“gûşumuza mengûş” (kulağımıza küpe) ola.
18 Haziran gecesi semâya bakanlar Çulpan’ımızın (Venüs) önce
ay dedemiz arkasına saklanıp az sonra da alt ucundan
“ce-eee” diyerekten çıktığını görmüşlerdir hâliyle.
“Occultation” ya da “örtülme” tesmiye edilen bu durumu
görmeyen varsa deyû, görüntüsünü sevâbımıza iş bu
risâlemizin mâbadına eklemiş bulunmaktayız.
Mademki yeri gelmiştir, birkaç yıl mukaddem (önce) bizzat
başımıza gelmiş, gülmeye müstehak gerçek bir fıkrayı da
nakledelim istedik.
Muhterem zevcemiz (eşimiz) Nilüfer ile bir tıp
toplantısına gitmiş olduğumuz, “San Diego” nâm
sancağının okyanus sahilinde gördüğümüz bir
renkli dükkâna girmemizle, dükkânın sadece uçurtma,
fırıldak, maytap misâli eşya ticaretinde olduğuna
şaşmakla, dükkancıdır, fakire bakıp yaşımıza başımıza
kılığımıza uygun, güneşimizin yedi rengini muhtevâ bir
renkli fırıldağı takdim edince, “oh ne güzel
motorumuzun kıçına takar fırıl fırıl döndürerekten göl
üzerinde herkeslere hava atarız” murâdıyla fırıldağı
almış idik.
Fenton gölümüze geldikte, fırıldağı
gemimiz kıçına takip sırıtaraktan tenezzühe
(gezintiye) çıkmamızla, fırıldaktır, fır fır bir
dönmekte ki, Mevlevî dervişi kaç para.
Derken bizi gören gençten iki adet, ayıptır söylemesi, “jet
skici”, motorumuz etrafını tavâf (etrafını dolaşma)
ile çığlıklar atıp bize “V” şeklinde el işmârı etmekte idiler ki,
biz dahî sevincimizden “V” işmârını aynen iade etmiş idik.
Göl ortasına yaklaştıkça, teşvik ve tezâhüratın ne haddi ne de hesâbı
olmayıp, lâkin tek tük de olsa bazı kendinden bihâber
kimesneler (kendini bilmez kimseler) ise bizden yana, “tüh Allah
belânızı versin” anlamına el peşrevleri çekmişler idi.
Bu mihvâl üzre nice günler tenezzühât (gezintiler)
geçirmiş olup, artık bizi görenlerin çığırtmalarına
iyicene alışmakla biz dahi kendileri ile çığırtma ve
hatta korna ile muhabbet teati (sevgi değiş tokuşu)
etmekte idik.
Haftalar sonradır ki, bir gün karaya
çıktığımızda kapı komşumuz Tom bizi sırıtaraktan
karşılayıp, “Yaşından başından da mı utanmamaktasın
bre harif; senin komşun olmaktan hicâb etmekteyiz,
ibneysen ibnesin..ne diye reklâm edersin” anlamına,
İngilizce dilinde ” I sincerely congragulate you for getting out of
closet” demesiyle, biz ise anlayışımız kıtlığından, kelâmının esbâb-ı
mûcibesini (nedenini) sual etmemizle, komşudur, “Gök
kuşağı renkli fırıldağın eşcinsellerin evrensel
sembolü olduğunu” eyitmesiyle. .bu lâf pek hoşumuza
gelmiş olsa da, fırıldağı apar topar yerinden sökmüş
idik.
21 Haziran’da en uzun gün oluncaya kadar sevgili
güneşimiz her günün ortasında az biraz daha yükselir,
taa ki 21 Haziran’da en tepeye ulaşıp adeta az bir
duraklamasıyla, 22 Haziran’dan itibaren ise her geçen
günün ortasında daha da az bir yüksekliğe çıkaraktan
yılımızı bitirir. Güneşimizin 21 Haziran’daki bu
duraklaması, “SOLSTICE” tesmiye olunur ki Latin
dilinde “duran güneş” demek olup biz ise “Gün dönümü”
tâbir etmekteyiz. Ozan Sekspir’in “Mid summer’s night” (“Bir yaz gecesi rüyası”)
nâm sahne oyunu ahacık bu günde geçer ki, seyrine
doyum olmaz.
2007’nin yakınlaşan ilginç olaylarını uzun anlatacak
zaman mı var:
1. 30 Haziran gecesi batı semalarında Satürn (Zûhâl)
ve Venüs (Çulpan) birbirlerine yaklaşıp fısıltı
mesafesine girecekler, hattâ Türkiyemiz’de âdeta,
töbeler olsun, ayıptır söylemesi, üst üste binmiş görüneceklerdir ki bu
görüntüyü kaçırmanın büyük vebâli vardır.
2. Yine 30 Haziran’da, Avrupa ve Türkiyemiz’de Haziran
ayının ikinci dolun ayı görüleceğinden, bu durum “Mavi
Ay” deyû çığrılacaktır.
3. Sevgili dünyamız her yıl 4 Temmuz’da güneşten en
uzak konumuna (“aphelion”) gelirken, bu yıl bu fakirin
Türkiyemiz’de olacağımızı fırsat bilip bu tarihi 7
Temmuz’a almıştır. İçinde bulunduğumuz asrın en
gecikmeli bu “aphelion” un, “mala davara bir faydası”
olacağını katiyyen sanmamaktayız.
4. Ay dedemiz ise 9 Kasım’da, yörüngesinin dünyamızda
en uzak olduğu konuma (406,700 km) gelecek, kısmet
olursa o gece göğümüz yüzündeki en küçük ay dedeyi
tamâşa edeceğiz (gözliyeceğiz) .
Bu olayı göremiyenler, sakin ola ki bu olayın 2020 yılındaki tekrarını
kaçırmayalar.
Gözleriniz hep yükseklerde olsun.
Hakir-i pür taksir,
Dr. Timur Sümer


Forget the Doha climate jamboree that ended earlier this month. The theological discussions in Qatar of the arcana of climate treaties are irrelevant. By far the most important debate about climate change is taking place among scientists, on the issue of climate sensitivity: How much warming will a doubling of atmospheric carbon dioxide actually produce? The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change has to pronounce its answer to this question in its Fifth Assessment Report next year.
The general public is not privy to the IPCC debate. But I have been speaking to somebody who understands the issues: Nic Lewis. A semiretired successful financier from Bath, England, with a strong mathematics and physics background, Mr. Lewis has made significant contributions to the subject of climate change.
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He first collaborated with others to expose major statistical errors in a 2009 study of Antarctic temperatures. In 2011 he discovered that the IPCC had, by an unjustified statistical manipulation, altered the results of a key 2006 paper by Piers Forster of Reading University and Jonathan Gregory of the Met Office (the United Kingdom’s national weather service), to vastly increase the small risk that the paper showed of climate sensitivity being high. Mr. Lewis also found that the IPCC had misreported the results of another study, leading to the IPCC issuing an Erratum in 2011.
Mr. Lewis tells me that the latest observational estimates of the effect of aerosols (such as sulfurous particles from coal smoke) find that they have much less cooling effect than thought when the last IPCC report was written. The rate at which the ocean is absorbing greenhouse-gas-induced warming is also now known to be fairly modest. In other words, the two excuses used to explain away the slow, mild warming we have actually experienced—culminating in a standstill in which global temperatures are no higher than they were 16 years ago—no longer work.
In short: We can now estimate, based on observations, how sensitive the temperature is to carbon dioxide. We do not need to rely heavily on unproven models. Comparing the trend in global temperature over the past 100-150 years with the change in “radiative forcing” (heating or cooling power) from carbon dioxide, aerosols and other sources, minus ocean heat uptake, can now give a good estimate of climate sensitivity.
The conclusion—taking the best observational estimates of the change in decadal-average global temperature between 1871-80 and 2002-11, and of the corresponding changes in forcing and ocean heat uptake—is this: A doubling of CO2 will lead to a warming of 1.6°-1.7°C (2.9°-3.1°F).
This is much lower than the IPCC’s current best estimate, 3°C (5.4°F).
Mr. Lewis is an expert reviewer of the recently leaked draft of the IPCC’s WG1 Scientific Report. The IPCC forbids him to quote from it, but he is privy to all the observational best estimates and uncertainty ranges the draft report gives. What he has told me is dynamite.
Given what we know now, there is almost no way that the feared large temperature rise is going to happen. Mr. Lewis comments: “Taking the IPCC scenario that assumes a doubling of CO2, plus the equivalent of another 30% rise from other greenhouse gases by 2100, we are likely to experience a further rise of no more than 1°C.”
A cumulative change of less than 2°C by the end of this century will do no net harm. It will actually do net good—that much the IPCC scientists have already agreed upon in the last IPCC report. Rainfall will increase slightly, growing seasons will lengthen, Greenland’s ice cap will melt only very slowly, and so on.
Some of the best recent observationally based research also points to climate sensitivity being about 1.6°C for a doubling of CO2. An impressive study published this year by Magne Aldrin of the Norwegian Computing Center and colleagues gives a most-likely estimate of 1.6°C. Michael Ring and Michael Schlesinger of the University of Illinois, using the most trustworthy temperature record, also estimate 1.6°C.
The big question is this: Will the lead authors of the relevant chapter of the forthcoming IPCC scientific report acknowledge that the best observational evidence no longer supports the IPCC’s existing 2°-4.5°C “likely” range for climate sensitivity? Unfortunately, this seems unlikely—given the organization’s record of replacing evidence-based policy-making with policy-based evidence-making, as well as the reluctance of academic scientists to accept that what they have been maintaining for many years is wrong.
How can there be such disagreement about climate sensitivity if the greenhouse properties of CO2 are well established? Most people assume that the theory of dangerous global warming is built entirely on carbon dioxide. It is not.
There is little dispute among scientists about how much warming CO2 alone can produce, all other things being equal: about 1.1°-1.2°C for a doubling from preindustrial levels. The way warming from CO2 becomes really dangerous is through amplification by positive feedbacks—principally from water vapor and the clouds this vapor produces.
It goes like this: A little warming (from whatever cause) heats up the sea, which makes the air more humid—and water vapor itself is a greenhouse gas. The resulting model-simulated changes in clouds generally increase warming further, so the warming is doubled, trebled or more.
That assumption lies at the heart of every model used by the IPCC, but not even the most zealous climate scientist would claim that this trebling is an established fact. For a start, water vapor may not be increasing. A recent paper from Colorado State University concluded that “we can neither prove nor disprove a robust trend in the global water vapor data.” And then, as one Nobel Prize-winning physicist with a senior role in combating climate change admitted to me the other day: “We don’t even know the sign” of water vapor’s effect—in other words, whether it speeds up or slows down a warming of the atmosphere.
Climate models are known to poorly simulate clouds, and given clouds’ very strong effect on the climate system—some types cooling the Earth either by shading it or by transporting heat up and cold down in thunderstorms, and others warming the Earth by blocking outgoing radiation—it remains highly plausible that there is no net positive feedback from water vapor.
If this is indeed the case, then we would have seen about 0.6°C of warming so far, and our observational data would be pointing at about 1.2°C of warming for the end of the century. And this is, to repeat, roughly where we are.
The scientists at the IPCC next year have to choose whether they will admit—contrary to what complex, unverifiable computer models indicate—that the observational evidence now points toward lukewarm temperature change with no net harm. On behalf of all those poor people whose lives are being ruined by high food and energy prices caused by the diversion of corn to biofuel and the subsidizing of renewable energy driven by carboncrats and their crony-capitalist friends, one can only hope the scientists will do so.
Mr. Ridley writes the Mind and Matter column in The Wall Street Journal and has written on climate issues for various publications for 25 years. His family leases land for coal mining in northern England, on a project that will cease in five years.
A version of this article appeared Dec. 19, 2012, on page A19 in some U.S. editions of The Wall Street Journal, with the headline: Cooling Down the Fears of Climate Change.
FATİH SULTAN MEHMET VE AYOVA
Fatih Sultan Mehmet beş lisanı akıcı olarak konuşur, “Avni” mahlâsı ile de şiirler yazar idi.
“Avniyâ, gerçi ölüm dünyede müşkil işdür
Gamze-i dilber ile biz ânı âsân iderüz”
Avnî (Fatih Sultan Mehmet)
(Meali: Ey Avnî , ölüm dünyada güç bir iştir, lâkin güzelin gamzesi ile biz onu kolaylaştırıveririz) (âsân=kolay)
Bazı arkadaşlarımızın oraya buraya seğirtip nutuk yarışına girdikleri şu sıralar, madem yeri gelmiştir, yıllar önce önce başımıza gelmiş gülmeye müstehak bir fıkrayı anlatsam gerek.
Yirmi sene kadar oluyor ; Ayova (Iowa) Üniversitesi’nin pediatri hematolojisi kemik iliği nakil bölümünde iş bulma amacıyla, Ayova (Iowa) eyaletinin, tilkinin bakır sıçtığı bir kenti olan Ayova Siti’ye (Iowa City) gelmiş idik. Kızıl derililer, haliyle,Türk asıllı (!) :) olduklarından, buraya “Ay Ova” demişlerse de “sonradan gelen gâvurlar, hâliyle Türk düşmanı olduklarından :) , bu ismi “Iowa”‘ya çevirmişlerdir” diye de efkâr (fikirler) yürütmüş idik. Ziyaret tasarımızda en önce, kargaların dışkı yemelerinin öncesine alınmış olan fakirin “Lösemi” başlıklı dersi, takiben de hastane turu ve mülâkatlar bulunmakta ki, yaman heyecanlanmakta idik.
Akşam ezan vakti bizi konuk evine aldılar. Ferdâsı (ertesi) sabah bir de görelim ki ,amanın her yanı rezil bir kar sarmış ki, ümüğümüze değin kara batarak ve de kolumuz altında kaygan (“slide”) resim gösterme halkasını taşıyaraktan hastaneye olan yüz metrelik mesafeyi yürüyüp ders anlatacağımız opera salonu misali koca salona gelip sahneye çıkmış idik.
Lakin koca salonda hiç kimse bulunmamasına karşın, katiyyen dert edinmeyip, kaygan resim göstericisini de bir güzelce kurup hazırlamış idik.
Vakti saati gelince ise, “Heyvah kimsecikler gelmeyecek nutkumuzu dinlemeye” dememize kalmamış, arka kapudan zarif bir âdem sökün etmiş, gelip en ön sıraya da oturuvermesiyle, bu âdemi gözümüz bir yerden ısırsa da, “Yok artık !!..daha neler” deyip, buranın üniversite muallimlerinden biridir zâhir diye kıyas etmiş idik.
Zarif âdemdir, “bu havada hiç kimse gelmez, sen başla gitsin” anlamına, “If you wish you may start” diyerekten işmar edince, sular seller gibi ezberimize aldığımız nutku tam bir saat boyunca bir güzelce irâd etmiş idik.
Konuşmamızın bitiminde, tek dinleyenimiz olan bu zarif âdemcağız zıplayaraktan ayağa dikilip, tabançalarını (avuçlarını) yek diğerine çarptıraraktan bu hakîre avazı çıktığınca “Bravo !! Bravo” nidalerı atarak bir alkış tutsun… Konuşmamız çok beğenildi besbelli diyerekten sırıtmaktayız. Muhabbetimizden gözlerimiz yaşararaktan resimlerimizi toparlayıp salonun çıkışına doğru yürümeye başladığımızda ise, zarif âdemdir ayağa kalkıp önümüzü kesmesiyle yüzü kıpkızıl olup, derhal lehçesi bozulmuş, fakirin yüzüne doğru işaret parmağını sallayaraktan, “ Nereye gitmektesin bakalım !?” diye sual etmiş, fakir ise korkudan lebimiz (dudağımız) uçuklamış, gövdemiz titreyerekten cavaba ayâz edip , “Konuşmamız sona erdi, hastaneye gitmekteyiz” dediğimizde ise, ol âdemin imlâsı ve zarâfeti derhal bozulup, “Hööst beyim !.. hiç bir yere gidebilemezsin… otur bakalımdı şuraya…Zîra ki senden sonraki konuşmacı benim” diyesi var.
Kolunuzu “Heil Hitler” el peşreviyle semâya (gök yüzüne) uzattığınızda, serçe kuşu parmağızın tırnağının eni, semâda 1 derecelik mesafeyi ölçer.
Akşam 10:00 sularında yüzünüzü kuzey batı yönüne çevirip “Büyük ayı”yı bulup, saniyen sol yumruğunuz ile Che Guevera misâli ayımızın kepçesini kapayıp, sâlisen de kepçe sapının “Alkaid” tesmiye (isimlendirilmiş) birinci yıldızından başlayarak 3 tırnak boyu güney-batı yönünde aşağıya inerseniz…, heyhât hiç birşey göremezsiniz.
Lâkin, güzelce bir dürbünle tam burada “M51” ya da “Whirlpool galaxy” tesmiye yıldız adasını görürsünüz ki amanın dikkat etmez iseniz, hayretinizden uvulanızı (küçük dilinizi) “gurppadanak” yutma tehlikesi vardır..
Gözleriniz hep yükseklerde olsun,
Sırıtaraktan,
Hakîr-i pür taksir,
Dr. Timur Sümer
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Oct 13th 2012 | ABUJA AND WASHINGTON, DC | from the print edition

PATIENTS expect drugs to be safe. But even in supposedly well-run health systems, they can be useless—or deadly. Tainted steroids from a compounding pharmacy (one which mixes its own drugs) near Boston had killed 11 people with fungal meningitis and sickened more than 100 as of October 10th. A contaminated blood thinner, heparin, was linked to 149 American deaths in 2007-08. This year it emerged that some vials of the cancer medicine Avastin contained no active ingredient.
No one knows exactly what share of medicines are fake, ill-made, stolen or diverted. But bad pharma is a global problem, which national drug-safety agencies are struggling to contain. It particularly afflicts countries where officials are bribable, health systems lax and consumers desperate. In Nigeria, Africa’s largest market for medicines, a survey by the World Health Organisation (WHO) in 2011 found that 64% of antimalarial drugs were fake. Over 70% of drugs consumed in Nigeria are imported from India and China, widely seen as the biggest source of fakes. Paul Orhii, of Nigeria’s drug agency, blames “a shambolic system and porous borders”.
Salesmen have peddled worthless cures for millennia. But the 21st century is turning into a golden age for bad drugs. In Boston, the fungal meningitis spread because of poor oversight. Price pressure encourages even well-intentioned drugmakers to cut corners. For criminals, fake pharma is lucrative and the penalties are usually low. Indeed, the drug supply-chain is a cheat’s paradise.
Raw materials come from one place and are processed into active ingredients in another. Pill-fillers and coating come from other sources. Manufacturing and packaging may be separate. To reach the dispensary, the drug passes through distribution chains (and may be repackaged). In America 80% of drugs’ active ingredients come from abroad (drug imports there more than doubled from 2002 to 2010, accounting for 40% of finished medicine).
This creates a regulatory nightmare. In the heparin case Chinese suppliers replaced the main ingredient with a cheaper, dangerous substance that still passed authentication tests. The fake Avastin apparently hopped from Turkey to Britain to America, with help from a Canadian online pharmacy. Do-gooding attempts may backfire, too. The WHO has a “prequalification” scheme that authorises cheap, good drugs for aid programmes. But Roger Bate of the American Enterprise Institute, in a paper published in July, found that 7% of such drugs in his sample failed.
Attempts abound to stem the scourge. The latest raids in Operation Pangea (an international police campaign against illegal online pharmacies) involved 100 countries and shut down more than 18,000 online pill-pushers. But such pharmacies are not necessarily the villains: they often sell real drugs (at low prices); and many fakes are on sale from reputable offline outlets.
Some poor countries think that rich ones simply want an excuse to bust their generic drug industries. Rows about the definition of “counterfeit” have crippled the WHO’s International Medical Products Anti-Counterfeiting Taskforce, or IMPACT, launched in 2006. Now new working groups are mulling the meaning of SFFC (“spurious/falsely-labelled/falsified/counterfeit”) drugs. It may add another “S” for “substandard”. Pirates are not trembling.
Most other international efforts are moving slowly, says Mr Bate, author of a book called “Phake”. To punish counterfeiters more harshly and speed information-sharing, 18 European countries signed the Medicrime convention in 2011. But only Ukraine has ratified it. The G8 group of rich countries published a wordy declaration in May, but has done little since.
For years governments and companies have talked about “track-and-trace” systems to identify and authenticate medicines. Though the technology exists, countries cannot agree what to use. Different firms hawk their own schemes; regulators disagree about what should be tracked.
My pills, not yours
So individual states are taking their own steps. Nigeria has spearheaded an impressive counterattack, which by some counts has brought the share of fake medicines down from around half to a tenth in five years. One means is TruScan, a cheap hand-held spectroscope that allows officials to spot fakes at the point of import (America, Germany, Sweden and Canada now use this, too). Nigeria has also deployed a scratch-off label system, in which users text the revealed code from their phones to verify the product before consuming it. But the scheme is voluntary and so far only a few firms are using it.
China, concerned for the reputation of its drug-export trade, has staged big seizures of fakes (detaining nearly 2,000 people in August). It executed its top drug official in 2007 for approving untested medicine in exchange for bribes. India has commissioned feasibility studies of track-and-trace technology from Wipro, a software and services giant. The government talks of better manufacturing standards, but exhortation has yet to lead to action.
America’s Food and Drug Administration (FDA), the world’s biggest drug-safety agency, has steadily reached beyond the country’s borders. Since 2008 it has opened offices in China, India, South Africa, Jordan, Mexico, Belgium and other countries. A recent law sets higher penalties for counterfeiters and allocates money for the agency to inspect more factories overseas. But even the FDA admits it cannot police the world’s drug supply alone.
Drug firms often make better enforcement partners than governments do. John Clark, security chief for Pfizer, a pharma giant that makes Viagra, likes to tell a story about a man caught selling fakes who asked an undercover agent first if he was with “the Feds”, then whether he worked for Pfizer. His firm employs former police, investigators and customs officials all over the world. Usually it builds about 80% of a case, then hands it to local law-enforcers.
Yet, as officials fiddle, the problem grows. In January 2009, 81 countries noted counterfeit versions of 20 Pfizer drugs. As of July 2012, 106 had found 60 such fakes. “Counterfeiting is like a balloon filled with water,” says Nigeria’s Mr Orhii. “You push it on one side but when you remove your hand, it bounces back even stronger.”
Before anesthesia, speed was essential to minimizing pain and improving odds of survival.
Getty ImagesImagine lying on a table in a old-school operating room. Faces stare down at you from the viewing galleries above, and your leg throbs with pain from a broken bone — infection is just starting to set in. The door opens and three men in blood-stiffened aprons walk in, carting a collection of knives and saws. Two of them grab your shoulders and arms and pin you to the table. The third picks out one of the knives from the cart.
“Time me, gentlemen,” he calls out to the gathered spectators. “Time me.”
The man grabs your leg and begins to cut just below the knee. He continues to hold onto your leg as one of his lackeys gets a tourniquet around it. To free his cutting hand, he clasps the bloody knife in his teeth and picks up a saw. He cuts back and forth through the bone, drops the severed leg into a bucket filled with sawdust, and sews you up, to the applause of the men sitting in the wings. As promised they’ve timed the whole procedure — from first incision to clipping the loose threads on the sutures — at just two and a half minutes.
The man who just flew through your amputation with apparent reckless abandon was Dr. Robert Liston, one of the finest surgeons of the time.
Dr. Richard Gordon, a surgeon and medical historian, calls Liston the “fastest knife in the West End.” His style may have seemed careless, but in the age before anesthesia, speed was essential to minimizing the patient’s pain and improving their odds of surviving surgery. Slower surgeons sometimes had pain-wracked and panicked patients wrestle free from their assistants and flee from the operating room. Only about one of every 10 of Liston’s patients died on his operating table at London’s University College Hospital. The surgeons at nearby St. Bartholomew’s, meanwhile, lost about one in every four.
Liston’s quick hands were so sought after that patients sometimes had to camp out in his waiting room for days waiting for their turn to see him. Liston tried to see every last one of these patients, no matter their condition. He especially loved treating those cases that his fellow surgeons had dismissed as beyond help, which earned him a reputation among colleagues as being showy.
Occasionally, Liston’s speed and showmanship actually were a hindrance to his operations. Once, he took a patient’s testicles off along with the leg that was being amputated. His most famous (and possibly apocryphal) mishap was the operation where he was moving so fast that he took off a surgical assistant’s fingers as he cut through a leg and, while switching instruments, slashed a spectator’s coat. The patient and the assistant both died from infections of their wounds, and the spectator was so scared that he’d been stabbed that he died of shock. The fiasco is said to be the only known surgery in history with a 300 percent mortality rate.
Liston had more going for him than just a quick and (mostly) steady slice, though. He was a highly-regarded surgical instructor and prolific inventor. Some of his creations, like the “Liston splint” and “bulldog” locking forceps, are still around today. He also published two medical texts, The Elements of Surgery and Practical Surgery.
Towards the end of his career, Liston made medical history and performed a surgery that made his nimble hands obsolete in Britain. From that point on, pain would no longer be a hurdle to successful surgery, and speed wouldn’t be the surgeon’s greatest asset.
In 1846, Liston received a patient named Frederick Churchill, whose right knee had been causing him terrible problems for years. None of the treatments he’d been given before had worked, and now the only option was amputation. The day of the surgery, Liston walked into the operating room and, instead of grabbing a knife and asking his audience to time him, he pulled out a jar. Ether, American dentists and doctors had recently demonstrated, could be used as a surgical anesthetic. “We are going to try a Yankee dodge today, gentlemen,” Liston told the crowd, “for making men insensible.”
Liston’s colleague, Dr. William Squire, administered the anesthesia. He held a rubber tube to Churchill’s mouth so he could inhale the ether, and after a few minutes, he was out. Squire placed a handkerchief laced with more of the stuff over Churchill’s face to keep him that way, and then Liston began the operation.
A mere 25 seconds later, the amputation was complete. Churchill roused a few minutes later and reportedly asked when the operation was going to begin, to the amusement of the audience.
Further use of ether in Europe’s operating rooms revealed its drawbacks. It irritated surgeons’ lungs, caused vomiting and other side effects in patients and, in some windowless rooms where surgery was performed by gaslight, ignited and caused fires. Anesthetics would continue to improve and become more common in medicine, but Liston wouldn’t get to see much of their progress. He died in a sailing accident less than a year after Churchill’s surgery, still the fastest knife London had ever known.


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KÂNÛNÎ, ÜVEYS PAŞA VE KADINLAR HELÂSI
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(Lâedri)
Zaman-ı evvelde cüzzam sayrılığı olanlarda, kehle
(bit) denen mahlukatın bulunmadığı, kehlenin
yalnızca sağlıklı yiğitlerde bulunduğuna dair çok güzel
bir inanç var idi.
Kanuni Sultan Süleyman ve de zevcesi Hürrem cadısı,
kızları Mihrimah Sultan’ı dünyalar çirkini ve de rüşvet gelenegini Osmanlı’ya getiren Rüstem Paşa ile tecvîz etmeye (evlendirmeye) karar vermişler iken, Rüstem’in çirkinliğinin cüzzam illetinden olduğu söylentisi
üzerine âkil adamları, hırsız Rüstem paşamızı hamama götürüp,
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kehle (bit) aramışlar, mebzûl (bol) miktarda bit bulunca
ise padişaha koşarak, “ Dîdeler rûşen olsun (gözümüz aydın olsun)) sultânım, yaradana şükür ki, Rüstem paşamız’da bolca kehle mevcut, o halde, paşamız katiyyen cüzzamlı olabilemez” diyerekten, bahşişlerini almışlar, hâliyle
de Mihrimah Sultan ile Rüstem paşa izdivac eylemiş (evlenmiş),
“Taht el kala” (Kale Altı; şimdiki “Tahtakale”:) )
semtinde dünya evine değil, dünya sarayına girmişler idi.
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anlatmaya müstehak:
Sabahın erkeninde hastanemizin asansörüne bindiğimizde
son anda içeriye 9-10 yaşlarında iki adet afacan oğlan
girip kapuların da kapanmasıyla başladılar kıkırdayıp,
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kıvamında, kesif ve nâhoş bir koku ile doluvermiş idi.
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