Unlike Most Other Children, - Especially Unlike

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

My Sister And My Brother, Of Whom I Have Not Spoken Before, Were Considerably Older Than I; It Seemed Almost As If We Belonged To Different Generations.

Often, Before Returning Home, I Would Take A Long And Roundabout Way And Pass By The Peaceful Ramparts From Where I Had Glimpses Of Other Provinces, And A Sight Of The Distant Country.

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

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.