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THE LAW
AND THE
MOHAMMEDANS
ENVER PASHA
ENVER PASHA
AND THE
MOHAMMEDANS
No man I ever met lives so completely in the immediate moment as
Enver Pasha; the past he puts behind him, the future he leaves to
Allah. His only hero is Napoleon. In Moscow he was the avant
coureur of the new understanding between Russia and the
Mohammedan world, which means Turkey, Afghanistan, Persia,
Bokhara and enough of India to shake the British Empire.
Any man who has brains and gives all his being to the task in hand is
bound to possess personality and power and, very likely, charm.
Enver Pasha certainly has charm, in spite of his very obvious
opportunism, and the cruelty and lack of conscience which a
fatalistic belief inspires. Interested in himself above all things, he is a
curious contrast to those men who are trying to blot out individualism
and make the state all-important.
As far as there was any social life in Moscow, Enver was, for the
nonce, the social lion. Some future historian will probably call him the
Don Juan of the revolution, though it is only fair to say that he
resisted this alluring doom with an uncomplimentary coldness; he
was too absorbed in politics to be interested in social conquest. The
real reason for the shower of attention bestowed on him by the
ladies of Moscow was the natural reaction of those ladies to a life
almost unendurably monotonous and difficult.
There was something very pitiful about the way actresses smiled at
Enver across the footlights and unearthed old pictures of him in his
elaborate War Minister regalia, when he still wore the “Kaiser”
moustache, the gold braid and numerous medals. One evening we
went to the dressing room of a prima donna where we were invited
for tea during an intermission. Enver sat stiffly in his chair, refusing to