toer s  seemed ridiculous to me t s hrough my mind.

    “See ly you’re smiling, my dear,” s . Istanbul is rife lemen and paso be o a stunning beauty, possessed of so many talents like yourself.”

    You understand alking about: Sometimes you’ll say somet no sooner do tedly, even t t was w he following:

    “But Est to marry a wo kids, for heaven’s sake?”

    “A y, a slew of men,” sure.

    I looked into  like  t s going to give ter and even t it ter if s. After Esto my o it—in my soul.

    Leaning on tood still in t of myself, of  and Ortering upstairs.

    “And you’re as timid as a girl,” said S. “You only attack from behind.”

    “My tooth is loose,” said Orhan.

    At time, anot of my mind rating on ranspiring bether and Black.

    ter beraits of tian masters, , in painting, eyes can no longer simply be  must be just like our o as paper, but must be nodes of expression—eac ss est contraction or relaxation. Our noses can no longer be a kind of  divides our faces, but ratruments o each of us.”

    as Black as surprised as I  my fato tlemen  I arily alarmed. My dark beloved, my troubled o sleep for t? Is t w your face?

    Per a Black is a tall, trong, straig nose. As in tery and agile. ands straigall,  not as broad as ter carrier.  yet settled. ter,  tained a kind of perfection.

    Noo t plagues  at once guilty and proud t . Black listened to ration made for tely innocent and c t edly felt, yes, like putting my breast into it. itangled