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302 BY DESERT WAYS TO BAGHDAD<br />
we say what we mean and are silent when we have<br />
nothing <strong>to</strong> say. We are in surroundings where <strong>to</strong><br />
say what you mean is an offence, where silence is<br />
not unders<strong>to</strong>od and looked upon askance as an<br />
uncanny visi<strong>to</strong>r. The less we have <strong>to</strong> say, the<br />
more we make an effort <strong>to</strong> say it; and the more we<br />
have <strong>to</strong> say, the greater the effort <strong>to</strong> suppress it.<br />
Everything seems unreal or unnecessary, every<br />
thing is dressed up.<br />
All these people moving about, sitting still, in a<br />
hurry, catching trains, eating long dinners, dressing<br />
themselves, looking at each <strong>other</strong> dressed—what<br />
does it all mean ? Was all this going on when we<br />
were in that <strong>other</strong> world which we have just left,<br />
that great silent world where everything was itself<br />
and big, and not confused <strong>by</strong> accessories? Was<br />
all this din and bustle going on ? It is strange that<br />
we should have had no inkling of it, for it seems<br />
of so much importance <strong>to</strong> all these people, idle with<br />
a great restlessness ; it seems essential <strong>to</strong> them.<br />
It is hard, <strong>to</strong>o, <strong>to</strong> realise that that <strong>other</strong> world<br />
still exists out there in the distance, and that it<br />
would be quite possible <strong>to</strong> reach it <strong>by</strong> merely riding<br />
out on a camel. Can it indeed be true that the<br />
same sun which lights all these moving streets, these<br />
buyers and sellers, these catchers of trains, is lighting<br />
the <strong>desert</strong> out there as imperturbably as it lit us,<br />
journeying on after it day after day in the silent<br />
places; did it see all these people from its in<br />
accessible height, and, sharing its gifts equally with<br />
them and with us, give us no hint of what it was<br />
looking down upon ? It showed then no more