ight be?

    did unate”! I didn’t say t Elegant Effendi , a fool ion. “Nay,” I said, “I do not know.”

    tical follo’ve done Elegant Effendi harm?

    I maintained my composure and refrained from responding t Elegant Effendi  one of t. “Nay,” I said. “hy?”

    ty, plague, immorality and scandal o in ty of Istanbul can only be attributed to our anced ourselves from time of Our Prop, Apostle of God, to adopting neoms and to alloo flouris. t t tempt to persuade tan ot ttacking dervis tombs of saints. t sy toions: “Are you taken care of our brot Effendi?”

    It suddenly da turists. t group of uninspired, untalented incompetents  I  a beastly murderer. I felt like lo onto took turists seriously.

    Black ing everyto memory. ently observing my long paper scissors, ceramic bo, bo, t resting on tove in tive coffee cups, t filtering to cion of a page, my ss and, over t like a sin in t as s t t door.

    Despite t t I’ve concealed my ts from ings I’ve made and to o you all, but I am t money, and t of all miniaturists! Yes, God must’ve ed t of illumination to be ecstasy so rate self is ecstasy to truly see.