O daruês

[Iluminura de Mirak Naqqash (1485) - Khusrau e Shirin]

To appear like a pair of truly impoverished Kalenderi beggar dervishes, we should roll our eyes back so our pupils look inward, the whites of our eyes facing the world like blind men - and that's exactly what we proceeded to do. In this situation, it's the nature of a dervish to behold the world in his head rather than the world outside; since our heads were full of hashish, the landscape of our minds was more pleasant than what the Frank painter saw.

Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red
(original: Benim Adım Kırmızı. Tradução de Erdağ M. Göknar)