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”　we　were　noisily　deferring　to

each other as to who’d be the first to take up the spoon and eat from the

bowl；　when　a　Frank　traveler；　a　strange　man；　stopped　us；　gave　us　each　a　silver

Veian　coin　and　began　to　draw　our　picture。

He　was　a　Frank；　of　course；　he　was　weird。　He　situated　us　right　in　the　center

of　the　page　as　if　we　were　the　very　tent　of　the　Sultan；　and　was　depicting　us　in

our half…naked state when I shared with my panion a thought that had

just then dawned upon me： To appear like a pair of truly impoverished

Kalenderi beggar dervishes； we should roll our eyes back so our pupils look

inward； the whites of our eyes facing the world like blind men—and that’s

exactly　what　we　proceeded　to　do。　In　this　situation；　it’s　the　nature　of　a　dervish

to　behold　the　world　in　his　head　rather　than　the　world　outside；　since　our　heads

were　full　of　hashish；　the　landscape　of　our　minds　was　more　pleasant　than　what

the　Frank　painter　saw。

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Meanwhile；　the　scene　outside　had　grown　even　worse；　we　heard　the　ranting

of　a　Hoja　Effendi。

Pray； let us not give the wrong idea。 We’ve now made mention of the

respected “Hoja Effendi；” but last week in this fine coffeehouse there was a

great　misunderstanding：　This　respected　“Hoja　Effendi”　of　whom　we　speak　has

nothing whatsoever to do with His Excellency Nusret Hoja the cleric from

Erzurum；　nor　with　the　bastard　Husret　Hoja；　nor　with　the　hoja　from　Sivas　who

made　it　with　the　Devil　atop　a　tree。　Those　who　interpret　everything　negatively

have　said　that　if　His　Excellency　Hoja　Effendi　bees　a　target　of　repro