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“book　of　costumes”　and　engaged　me　in　a　bout　of　vicious　bargaining。　Having

agreed that morning upon a lesser…quality book of costumes for a price of

twenty silver pieces； I proceeded to illustrate a dozen Istanbulites in a single

sitting around the time of the evening prayer； paying particular attention to

the　detail　of　their　outfits。　I　drew　a　Sheikhulislam；　a　palace　porter；　a　preacher；　a

Janissary； a dervish； a cavalryman； a judge； a liver seller； an executioner—

executioners　in　the　act　of　torture　sold　quite　well—a　beggar；　a　woman　bound

for　the　hamam；　and　an　opium　addict。　I’d　done　so　many　of　these　books　just　to

earn　a　few　extra　silver　pieces　that　I　began　to　invent　games　for　myself　to　fight

off boredom while I drew； for example； I forced myself to draw the judge

without　lifting　my　pen　off　the　page　or　to　draw　the　beggar　with　my　eyes　closed。

All brigands； poets and men of constant sorrow know that when the

evening　prayer　is　called　the　jinns　and　demons　within　them　will　grow　agitated

and rebellious； urging in unision： “Out！ Outside！” This restless inner voice

demands；　“Seek　the　pany　of　others；　seek　blackness；　misery　and　disgrace。”

I’ve spent my time appeasing these jinns and demons。 I’ve painted pictures；

which　many　regard　as　miracles　that　have　issued　from　my　hands；　with　the　he