My Emotions Lose Their Force When I

Holy Istanbul! Your Name Is The Most Enchanting One Of All Names Which Enchants Me.

I Recall Feeling An Almost Delicious Terror When One Day I Found Myself Alone In The Midst Of Tall June Grasses That Grew High As My Head. But Here The Secret Working Of Self Consciousness Is Almost Too Entangled With The Things Of The Past For Me To Explain It.

But It Is True That Sometimes An Enveloping Darkness Aids One To Clearer Vision; As In A Panorama Building, For Example, Where The Obscurity About The Entrance Prepares One Better For The Climax, And Gives The Scene Depicted A More Real And Vivid Appearance.

If By Chance I Seated Myself To Write, She Very Slyly, Very Tenderly, Seeking Protection And Caresses, Would Softly Take Her Place On My Knee And Follow The Comings And Goings Of My Pen - Sometimes Effacing, With An Unintentional Stroke Of Her Paw, Lines Of Whose Tenor She Disapproved.

Painting And Music Were The Only Things I Worked At Industriously And Faithfully.