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oldy　paper；　and　the　scent　of　the　Treasury’s　dust　and　cloth　had　saturated　his

hair。 As I let myself go and caressed his wounds； his cuts and swellings； he

groaned　like　a　child；　moving　further　and　further　away　from　death；　and　it　was

then　I　understood　I　would　bee　even　more　attached　to　him。　Like　a　solemn

ship that gains speed as its sails swell with wind； our gradually quickening

lovemaking　took　us　boldly　into　unfamiliar　seas。

I could tell by the way he was able to navigate these waters； even on his

deathbed；　that　Black　had　plied　these　seas　many　times　before　with　who　knows

what manner of indecent women。 While I was confused as to whether the

forearm　I　kissed　was　my　own　or　his；　whether　I　was　sucking　my　own　finger　or

an　entire　life；　he　stared　out　of　one　half…opened　eye；　nearly　intoxicated　by　his

wounds and pleasure； checking where the world was taking him； and from

time　to　time；　he　would　hold　my　head　delicately　in　his　hands；　and　stare　at　my

face　astounded；　now　looking　as　if　at　a　picture；　now　as　if　at　a　Mingerian　whore。

At　the　peak　of　pleasure；　he　cried　out　like　the　legendary　heroes　cut　clear　in

half　with　a　single　stroke　of　the　sword　in　fabled　pictures　that　immortalized　the

clash of Persian and Turanian armies； the fact that this cry could be heard

throughout the neighborhood frightened me。 Like a genuine master

miniaturist　at　the　moment　of　greatest　inspiration；　holding　his　reed　under　the

direct　guidance　of　Allah；　yet　still　able　to　take　into　consideration　the　form　and

position of the entire page； Black continued to direct our place in t