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d; and I stuck it into
my sash。 I focused my gaze into his lamblike eyes。
“I pity beautiful Shekure because she had no alternative but to marry you;”
I said。 “If I hadn’t been forced to kill Elegant Effendi to save you all from ruin;
she would’ve married me and been happy。 Indeed; I was the one who most
fully understood the tales and talents of the Europeans as her father recounted
them to us。 So; listen carefully to the last of what I will tell you: There is no
longer any place here in Istanbul for us master miniaturists who wish to live
by skill and honor alone。 Yes; this is what I’ve realized。 If we’re reduced to
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imitating the Frankish masters; as the late Enishte and Our Sultan desired; we
will be restrained; if not by the Ezurumis and those like Elegant Effendi; then
by the justified cowardice within us; and we won’t be able to continue。 If we
fall sway to the Devil and continue; betraying everything that has e before
in a futile attempt to attain a style and European character; we will still fail—
just as I failed in making this self…portra
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