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but　a　moment’s　hesitation；　I　made　the　nostrils　and　the　saddle　blanket。　I

hatched in the mane strand by strand； as if tenderly bing it with my

fingers。 I fitted the beast with stirrups； added a white blaze to his forehead

and finished him off properly by eagerly； measuredly； yet in full proportion

drawing　his　balls　and　cock。

When　I　draw　a　magnificent　horse；　I　bee　that　magnificent　horse。

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I　AM　CALLED　“BUTTERFLY”

I　believe　it　was　about　the　time　of　the　evening　prayer。　Someone　was　at　the　door。

He　explained　that　the　Sultan　had　announced　a　petition。　As　you　mand；

my　dear　Sultan；　indeed；　who　could　draw　a　more　beautiful　horse　than　I？

It　gave　me　pause；　however；　when　I　learned　that　the　picture　was　to　be　made

without color in the black…ink style。 Why no colors？ Because I happen to be

the best in the selection and application of them？ Who would judge which

illustration was best？ I tried to get more information out of the broad…

shouldered；　pink…lipped；　pretty　boy　who’d　e　from　the　palace；　and　was　able

to　infer　that　Head　Ill