Şapte

To keep us from straying off the straight path, our studios were separated from those of the boys.
'I'm your anatomy professor. In the past we drew nudes, but things have changed. Your model will be covered. Try to make the best of it.'
We tried, we looked...from every direction...and from every angle...but not a single part of her body was visible. We nevertheless learned to draw drapes.
After a few weeks, we discovered, along with our professor, that it was preferable to have a model on whom you could at least distinguish the limbs. Our director approved.
One evening, before the college close, one of the supervisor paid me a visit.
'What are you doing here so late?'
'I'm drawing.'
'Why are you looking at this man?'
'Well, because I'm drawing him.'
'Yes, but you're not allowed to look at him. It's against the moral code.'
'What would you have me do? Should I draw this man while looking at the door???!!'
'Yes.'
These absurd situations were quite frequent. One day, for example, I was supposed to go see my dentist, but classes finished later than expected. Suddenly, I heard a voice over the loudspeaker: 'The lady in the blue coat! Don't run!'
'?'
'The lady in the blue coat!!! Stop running!'
'??'
'Hey-blue coat! Stop running!'
'??? me?'
'Madam, why were you running?'
'I'm very late! I was running to catch my bus.'
'Yes...but...when you run, your behind makes movements that are...how do you say...obscene!'
'WELL THEN DON'T LOOK AT MY ASS!' I yelled so loudly that they didn't even arrest me.

(Marjane Satrapi - Persepolis)


My first BD, but it strikes me as a novel.