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religious　schools　where　he　taught；　was　ill…tempered；　angry　and　had　a　weakness

for　drink。　Black　was　six　years　old　at　the　time；　he’d　cry　when　his　mother　cried；

quiet down when his mother fell silent and regarded me； his Enishte； with

apprehension。

It pleases me to see him before me now； a determined； mature and

respectful　nephew。　The　respect　he　shows　me；　the　care　with　which　he　kisses　my

hand　and　presses　it　to　his　forehead；　the　way；　for　example；　he　said；　“Purely　for

red；”　when　he　presented　me　with　the　Mongol　inkpot　as　a　gift；　and　his　polite

and　demure　habit　of　sitting　before　me　with　his　knees　mindfully　together；　all　of

this　not　only　announces　that　he　is　the　sensible　grown　man　he　aspires　to　be；

but　it　reminds　me　that　I　am　indeed　the　venerable　elder　I　aspire　to　be。

He　shares　a　likeness　with　his　father；　whom　I’ve　seen　once　or　twice：　He’s　tall

and　thin；　and　makes　slightly　nervous　yet　being　gestures　with　his　arms　and

hands。　His　custom　of　placing　his　hands　on　his　knees　or　of　staring　deeply　and

intently into my eyes as if to say； “I understand； I