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    I’m deligo see t Black ial virtue:

    to avoid disappointment in art, one mustn’t treat it as a career. Despite  artistic sense and talent a man mig to seek money and poion for s and efforts.

    Black recounted  one by one all of ter illustrators and calligrapabriz by making books for pasanbulites and patrons in tists, I learned, y of t. Not only in tabriz, but in Masurists ures—curiosities t ravelers—even obscene dra ted manuscript Sed to Our Sultan during tabriz peace treaty aken apart so its pages could be used for another book.

    Supposedly, tan, Akbar,  t gifted illustrators of tabriz and Kazvin quit o his palace.

    As old me all of tly interjected otories as aining story of a Me erupted among t prince sent to tage to peace fell feverisell from t fell across  to  to be resolved.

    Naturally, Black, like every young man o say about us, or iful daug consider it

    dangerous enougo  my attention back t everyone—including many  belle of belles. Black’s affliction ed youto our ed and y actually to see S bury  made take of revealing reme passion to my daughter.

    As a result, o quit our ely.

    I assumed t Black noanbul, my daug t of  t still bereft of any common sense, o return again. No one  only because suc in Istanbul, but because during t passed bet ory long ago, judging by to my eyes. Even at t, as s an eye at tands open on tand, I kno my daugurned o wo sons.

    I’ve neglected to mention t in Black’s