Muharrem:
Dear General Jevdet Bey! Excuse me, Jevat Bey and his devoted bootlickers! Know well that I don't like ostentatious people, ostentatious words, ostentation itself! That is first... I hate arrogance, smugness, I created all these mountains moods, fancy personalities! That's two... I also hate flatterers, flattery, flattering words and actions! That is three... Fourth... I love truth, ingeniousness and sincerity. And as Dostoevsky said; I want truth to be held above everything, even poor egos. I would give my life for your friendship, mutual, frank, and without lies! Yes, I love it, Mr. General! Friendship is a deed that requires sensitivity and grace; It has nothing to do with rudeness, carelessness, sarcasm! What else was I going to say... Anyway, why am I prolonging it? Anyway, to your honour, General! Farewell to Istanbul. Conquer that bitch Byzantium for us! From there, ride your horse west to Vienna. Be it Nobel, be it Oscar, bring whatever you can achieve to Ankara!
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