My maids, when they dressed and undressed me, used to fall into an ecstasy whether viewing me from in front or behind; and all the men longed to be in their places.
Similar barbarous scenes were occurring every day over the whole country . . . and yet they never missed the five stated times of prayer decreed by their prophet Mahomet.
I have grown old in misery and disgrace, living with only one buttock, and in remembering always that I was a pope’s daughter.