rsmen　in　friendly　chatter。　Meanwhile；　amid　blithe　dreams　of

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marriage　that　play　ceaselessly　before　my　eyes；　I　stare　deep　into　the　waters　of

the　Bosphorus；　flowing　clearer　than　usual　on　this　sunny　winter　morning；　on

guard　for　an　ominous　sign　within　its　currents。　I’m　afraid；　for　example；　that　I

might　see　the　wreck　of　a　pirate　ship　below。　Thus；　no　matter　how　joyously　the

miniaturist colors the sea and clouds； he ought to include something

equivalent to the darkness of my fears and as intense as my dreams of

happiness—a　terrifying…looking　fish；　for　example—in　the　depths　of　the　water

so　the　reader　of　my　adventure　won’t　assume　all　is　rosy。

Our　second　picture　ought　to　show　the　palaces　of　sultans；　the　meetings　of

the Divan Council of State； the reception of European ambassadors； and

detailed and carefully posed crowded interiors of a subtlety worthy of

Bihzad； that is； the picture ought to partake of playful tricks and irony。

Thereby； while the Kadi Effendi apparently makes an open…handed “halt”

gesture　indicating　“never”　or　“no”　to　my　bribe；　with　his　other　hand　he　ought

to be shown obligingly pocketing my Veian gold coins； and the ultimate

result　of　this　bribe　should　be　depicted　in　the　same　picture：　Shahap　Effendi；　the

Shafü proxy presiding in place of the üsküdar judge。 Th