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584 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1980


‘…they fear a lady will distract the men from their devotions. The men have, you understand, strong desires.’ (And she replies) ‘You mean they are frustrated. Tell him that you can’t make men chaste by keeping women out of sight.’
Halal stared at her, disconcerted, then smiled, not knowing what else to do: ‘You are an unusual lady, Mrs Pringle. Very unusual. You think for yourself.’
‘Where I come from that’s not unusual.’ (p448)
‘no one gave her curious looks or nudged against her or stared into her face with bold, provocative eyes. She was hidden…’ (p449).For a brief moment she remembers what it felt like back home, unbothered and comfortable. Up to now she has spent years in foreign counties with vastly different customs, usage and culture, always an outsider making do as best she can, dependent on her husband’s job. It is noticeable that women in the story are typically dependent or oriented that way: Edwina concentrates on landing an officer. Even Lady Cooper, who has wealth and can therefore guide her own destiny, is in that position because of the divorce settlement from her husband. Her money cannot prevent the humiliating treatment she receives at the hands of Mona Castlebar after lover Bill Castlebar succumbs to typhoid and Mona ploughs in as the grieving widow. Lovers have no status in the eyes of church, employer or law.
“The hills of the Peloponnesus, glowing in the sunset light, changed to rose-violet and darkened to madder rose, grew sombre and faded into the twilight. The Parthenon, catching the late light, glimmered for a long time, a spectre on the evening, then disappeared into darkness. That was the last they saw of Athens."( The Balkan Trilogy)Author Olivia Manning and her husband Reggie Smith had travelled from Athens to Egypt on the Erebus under similar circumstances, and Harriet’s experiences are much like those of the author.
“He was on leave from Damascus.
‘Damascus? Then how did you come to know Guy?’
‘Doesn’t everyone know Guy?’ he gave a laugh. ‘Last time I was here someone told me a story: two men were wrecked on a desert island. Neither knew the other but they both knew Guy Pringle.’”