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during　my　travels。　Despite　never　having　spoken　with　her；　I’ve　nursed　feelings

of　lust　toward　her　for　years　and　still　do。　Perhaps；　by　now；　she’s　passed　away。

Seeing　a　woman’s　bare　face；　speaking　to　her；　and　witnessing　her　humanity

opens　the　way　to　both　pangs　of　lust　and　deep　spiritual　pain　in　us　men；　and

thus　the　best　of　all　alternatives　is　not　to　lay　eyes　on　women；　especially　pretty

women；　without　first　being　lawfully　wed；　as　our　noble　faith　dictates。　The　sole

remedy for carnal desires is to seek out the friendship of beautiful boys； a

satisfactory　surrogate　for　females；　and　in　due　time；　this；　too；　bees　a　sweet

habit。　In　the　cities　of　the　European　Franks；　women　roam　about　exposing　not

only their faces； but also their brightly shining hair （after their necks； their

most　attractive　feature）；　their　arms；　their　beautiful　throats；　and　even；　if　what

I’ve　heard　is　true；　a　portion　of　their　gorgeous　legs；　as　a　result；　the　men　of　those

cities walk about with great difficulty； embarrassed and in extreme pain；

because；　you　see；　their　front　sides　are　always　erect　and　this　fact　naturally　leads

to　the　paralysis　of　their　society。　Undoubtedly；　this　is　why　each　day　the　Frank

infidel　surrenders　another　fortress　to　us　Ottomans。

After realizing； while still a youth； that the best recipe for my spiritual

happiness and contentment was to live far from beautiful women； I grew

increasingly　curious　about　these　creatures。　At　that　time；　since　I　hadn’t　seen　any

women besides my mother and my aunt； my curiosity assumed a mystical

quality； my head seemed to tingle； and I knew that