gazed at him with affection from behind the courtyard gate for a moment
before closing it。
Even my mind; which had given itself over to idiotic fantasies; quickly; and
painfully; drew three conclusions based on what I had seen:
One: Since Black was cheaper and less dangerous; Enishte Effendi would
have him plete our book。
Two: The beautiful Shekure would marry Black。
Three: What the unfortunate Elegant Effendi had said was true; and so; I’d
killed him for naught。
In situations such as this; as soon as our merciless intellects draw the bitter
conclusion that our hearts refuse; the entire body rebels against the mind。 At
first; half my mind violently opposed the third conclusion; which indicated
that I was nothing but the vilest of murderers。 My legs; once again; acting
quicker and more rationally than my head; had already put me in pursuit of
Black Effendi。
We’d passed down a few side streets when I thought how very easy it
would be to murder him; so contentedly and self…assuredly walking before me;
and how such a crime would save me from having to confront the first two
vexing conclusions established by my mind。 Furthermore; I wouldn’t have
cracked Elegant Effendi’s skull for no reason at all。 Now; if I run ahead eight or
ten paces; catch up to Black and land a blow onto his head with all my might;
everything will go on as usual。 Enishte Effendi will invite me to finish our
book。 But meanwhile my more honest (what was honesty if not fear?) and
prudent side continued to tell me that the monster I’d murdered and tossed
into a well was truly a slanderer。 And if this were the case; I hadn’t killed him
for naught; and Enishte; who no longer had anything to hide with respect to
the book he was making; would most certainly invite me back to his home。
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As I watched Black walking before me; however; I knew with utmost
certainty that none of this would happen。 It was all illusion。 Black Effendi was
more real than I。 It happens to us all: In reaction to being overly logical we’ll
feed fantasies for weeks and years on end; and one day we’ll see something; a
face; an outfit; a happy person; and suddenly realize that our dreams will never
e true; thus; we e to understand that a particular maiden won’t be
permitted to marry us or that we’ll never reach such…and…such a station in life。
I was watching the rise and fall of Black’s s