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"
I
shall
probably
be
a
meticulous
old
bachelor
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
,
no
,
you
mustn
’
t
do
that
.
It
wouldn
’
t
be
right
.
You
shouldn
’
t
even
be
here
this
afternoon
.
This
is
a
street
which
ends
only
in
an
Egyptian
pyramid
.
Pyramids
are
all
very
nice
,
but
mummies
are
hardly
fit
companions
.
Where
would
you
like
to
go
,
what
would
you
really
like
to
do
with
your
life
?
"
"
See
Istanbul
,
Port
Said
,
Nairobi
,
Budapest
.
Write
a
book
.
Smoke
too
many
cigarettes
.
Fall
off
a
cliff
,
but
get
caught
in
a
tree
halfway
down
.
Get
shot
at
a
few
times
in
a
dark
alley
on
a
Moroccan
midnight
.
Love
a
beautiful
woman
.
"
"
Well
,
I
don
’
t
think
I
can
provide
them
all
,
"
she
said
.
"
but
I
’
ve
traveled
and
I
can
tell
you
about
many
of
those
places
.
And
if
you
’
d
care
to
run
across
my
front
lawn
tonight
about
eleven
and
if
I
’
m
still
awake
,
I
’
ll
fire
off
a
Civil
War
musket
at
you
Will
that
satisfy
your
masculine
urge
for
adventure
?
"
"
That
would
be
just
fine
.
"
"
Where
would
you
like
to
go
first
?
I
can
take
you
there
,
you
know
.
I
can
weave
a
spell
.
Just
name
it
.
London
?
Cairo
?
Cairo
makes
your
face
turn
on
like
a
light
.
So
let
’
s
go
to
Cairo
.
Just
relax
now
.
Put
some
of
that
nice
tobacco
in
that
pipe
of
yours
and
sit
back
.
"
He
sat
back
,
lit
his
pipe
,
half
smiling
,
relaxing
,
and
listened
,
and
she
began
to
talk
.
"
Cairo
.
.
.
"
she
said
.
The
hour
passed
in
jewels
and
alleys
and
winds
from
the
Egyptian
desert
.
The
sun
was
golden
and
the
Nile
was
muddy
where
it
lapped
down
to
the
deltas
,
and
there
was
someone
very
young
and
very
quick
at
the
top
of
the
pyramid
,
laughing
,
calling
to
him
to
come
on
up
the
shadowy
side
into
the
sun
,
and
he
was
climbing
,
she
putting
her
hand
down
to
help
him
up
the
last
step
,
and
then
they
were
laughing
on
camel
back
,
loping
toward
the
great
stretched
bulk
of
the
Sphinx
,
and
late
at
night
,
in
the
native
quarter
,
there
was
the
tinkle
of
small
hammers
on
bronze
and
silver
,
and
music
from
some
stringed
instruments
fading
away
and
away
and
away
.
.
.
William
Forrester
opened
his
eyes
.
