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ation of this war, I think the best policy is to be utterly ignorant of Arabic. I take a stroll after breakfast until the intensity of the sun drives me to shelter. I watch the Arab “bellums” struggling with the floods and their endeavours to find a clear passage through the opening in the boat-bridge. The afternoon is distincly uncomfortable; the desire to sleep is almost irresistible, and even a snooze of half an hour is followed by an unpleasant feeling of depression. To read is to pass unconsciously into a slumber. I find a game of chess is the best method of keeping the mind sufficiently active to prevent sleep.
Following the storm of last week, the wind blows persistently from the North. This steady breeze is known as the “Shimāāl”. It lowers the temperature