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mercilessly　needled　our　mon　enemies；　and　after　I　really　warmed　up；　I　went

so　far　as　to　roughhouse　and　kiss　men　on　the　neck。　Yet；　knowing　that　a　part　of

my soul remained mercilessly silent when I involved myself in such behavior

caused　me　unbearable　torment。

Noheless；　before　long；　I　not　only　succeeded　in　using　figurative　language

to　pare　my　own　cock；　and　those　of　others　that　were　much…talked　about；　to

brushes； reeds； coffeehouse pillars； flutes； newel posts； door knockers； leeks；

minarets；　lady　fingers　in　heavy　syrup；　pine　trees；　and　twice；　to　the　world　itself；

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I　was　equally　successful　in　paring　the　asses　of　much…discussed　pretty　boys

to oranges； figs； small haycocklike pastries； pillows and also to tiny anthills。

Meanwhile； the most conceited of the calligraphers my age was only able to

pare　his　oateurishly　and　without　any　self…confidence　I

might add—to a ship’s mast and a porter’s pole。 Furthermore； I made

allusions to old miniaturists’ dicks that would no longer rise； the cherry…

colored lips of new apprentices； master calligraphers who hoarded their

money　（as　did　I）　in　a　certain　place　（“the　most　disgusting　nook”）；　how　perhaps

opium　had　been　put　into　the　wine　I　was　drinking　instead　of　rose　petals；　the

last great masters of Tabriz and Shiraz； the mixing of coffee and wine in

Aleppo；　and　the　calligraphers　and　beautiful　boys　to　be　found　there。

At　times　it　seemed　that　one　of　the　two　spirits　within　me　had；　in　the　end；

emerged victorious； leaving the other behind； and that I’d finally forgotten

that silent and lovele