If I Could Talk It Like Dahoum,

I Prefer Lies To Truth, Especially When The Lies Are About Me.

We Lived Always In The Stretch Or Sag Of Nerves, Either On The Crest Or In The Trough Of Waves Of Feeling.

A Skittish Motorbike With A Touch Of Blood In It Is Better Than All The Riding Animals On Earth, Because Of Its Logical Extension Of Our Faculties, And The Hint, The Provocation, To Excess Conferred By Its Honeyed Untiring Smoothness.

Men Have Looked Upon The Desert As Barren Land, The Free Holding Of Whoever Chose; But In Fact Each Hill And Valley In It Had A Man Who Was Its Acknowledged Owner And Would Quickly Assert The Right Of His Family Or Clan To It, Against Aggression.

They Taught Me That No Man Could Be Their Leader Except He Ate The Ranks' Food, Wore Their Clothes, Lived Level With Them, And Yet Appeared Better In Himself.