“...Vali-Dad used to lie for hours in the window niche, not taking his eyes off this landscape. He was a young Muslim who had suffered severely from his English education and knew it. His father sent him to a missionary school to learn wisdom, and Vali-Dad tasted this wisdom more than his father and the missionaries considered necessary. When his father died, Vali-Dad became independent and spent two years experimenting with various religions of the earth and reading books that no one needed. After an unsuccessful attempt to simultaneously accept Catholicism and Presbyterianism (the missionaries exposed him and glorified him, not understanding his spiritual tragedy), he found on the city wall of Lalan and became the most faithful of her few admirers. He had such a head that English artists could be madly carried away by it and would begin to paint it against the backdrop of an unimaginable setting, and female novelists could enthusiastically describe his face for nine hundred pages. In fact, he was just a purebred young Muslim...”