The midday prayers had yet to be called. A knock at the door: I ope to find Black Effendi, who was among us for a while during our apprenticeships. We embraced and kissed on the cheeks. I was w whether he’d brought some word from his Enishte, when he said that he wao look at the pages I’d been illustrating and at my paintings, that he’d called in friendship, and was going to direct a question to me in the name of Our Sultan. “Very well,” I said, “what’s the question I’m to answer?”
He told me. Very well, then!
Style and Signature“As long as the number of worthless artists motivated by money and fame instead of the pleasure of seeing and a belief in their craft increases,” I said, “we will tio witness much more vulgarity and greed akin to this preoccupation with ”style“ and ”signature.“” I made this introdu because this was the way it is done, not because I believed what I said. True ability and talent couldn’t be corrupted even by the ……（内容加载失败！）
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