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ods　of　the　old　masters　of　Herat　and　the

Frankish masters that paved the ong artists and endless

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quandries was never resolved。 For painting itself was abandoned； artists

painted　neither　like　Easterners　nor　Westerners。　The　miniaturists　did　not　grow

angry and revolt； but like old men b to an illness； they

gradually　accepted　the　situation　with　humble　grief　and　resignation。　They　were

neither curious about nor dreamed about the work of the great masters of

Herat　and　Tabriz；　whom　they　once　followed　with　awe；　or　the　Frankish　masters；

whose innovative methods they aspired to； caught indecisively between envy

and　hatred。　Just　as　the　doors　of　houses　are　closed　of　an　evening　and　the　city　is

left　to　darkness；　painting　was　also　abandoned。　It　was　mercilessly　forgotten　that

we’d　once　looked　upon　our　world　quite　differently。

My　father’s　book；　sadly；　remained　unfinished。　From　where　Hasan　scattered

the pleted pages on the ground； they were transferred to the Treasury；

there； an efficient and fastidious librarian had them bound together with

other unrelated illu