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56 pages, Paperback
First published May 6, 2005
Clem sat there rigidly, immaculate in his embarrassment. Leila's green eyes, curious, pressed on him like gems scratching glass. The three Egyptians became overanimated, beginning sentences in one language and ending in another, and Clem understood that he was being laughed at. Yet the sensation, like the blurred clicking of the scarab salesmen, was better than untouched emptiness. He had another drink before dinner, the drink that was one too many, and when he went in to his single table, everything - the tablecloths, the little red lamps, the waiting droves of waiters in blue, the black windows beyond which the Nile glided - looked triumphant and glazed.