The Only Journey of his Life
When they enrolled me in the honourable profession of tailors, none of their promises made such a charming impression on my childish fantasy, than their assurance, that in Constantinople I would in the future sew the garments for the king’s daughter.
I knew very well that princesses have an exceptional weakness for tailor-boys, especially when those boys also know how to sing the praises of their attractions while sewing the fine silk clothes with which they will adorn their charms.
I knew that when a princess falls in love with her tailor-boy, she doesn’t do so lightly; she falls in love in earnest; and she becomes sick; and she takes to her bed; and she is about to die; and no doctor is able to cure her, no sorceress can restore her to health; until at las
