nce。 he cannot discern the pany she moves among； her judgement； all he can witness is her character and the lengthening of her dark hair； which falls again and then again into her eyes。
she will； he realizes now； always have a serious face。 she has moved from being a young woman into having the angular look of a queen； someone who has made her face with her desire to be a certain kind of person。 he still likes that about her。
her smartness； the fact that she did not inherit that look or that beauty； but that it was something searched for and that it will always reflect a present stage of her character。 it seems every month or two he witnesses her this way； as if these moments of revelation are a continuation of the letters she wrote to him for a year； getting no reply； until she stopped sending them； turnedaway by his silence。 his character； he supposed。
now there are these urges to talk with her during a meal and return to that stage they were most intimate at in the tent or in the english patient’s room； both of which contained the turbulent river of space between them。 recalling the time； he is just as fascinated at himself there as he is with her—boyish and earnest； his lithe arm moving across the air towards the girl he has fallen in love with。 his wet boots are by the italian door； the laces tied together； his arm reaches for her shoulder； there is the prone figure on the bed。
during the evening meal he watches his daughter struggling with her cutlery； trying to hold the large weapons in her small hands。 at this table all of their hands are brown。 they move with ease in their customs and habits。 and his wife has taught them all a wild humour； which has been inherited by his son。 he loves to see his son’s wit in this house； how it surprises him constantly； going beyond even his and his wife’s knowledge and humour—the way he treats dogs on the streets； imitating their stroll； their look。 he loves the fact that this boy can almost guess the wishes of dogs from the variety of expressions at a dog’s disposal。
and hana moves possibly in the pany that is not her choice。 she； at even this age； thirty…four； has not found her own pany； the ones she wanted。 she is a woman of honour and smartness whose wild love leaves out luck； always taking risks； and there is something in her brow now that only she can recognize in a mirror。 ideal and idealistic in that shiny dark hair！ people fall in love with her。 she still remembers the lines of poems the englishman read out loud to her from his monplace book。 she is a woman i don’t know well enough to hold in my wing； if writers have wings； to harbour for the rest of my life。
and so hana moves and her face turns and in a regret she lowers her hair。 her shoulder touches the edge of a cupboard and a glass dislodges。 kirpal’s left hand swoops down and catches the dropped fork an inch from the floor and gently passes it into the fingers of his daughter； a wrinkle at the edge of his eyes behind his spectacles。
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Acknowledgements
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while some of the characters who appear in this book are based on historical figures； and while many of the areas described—such as the gilf kebir and its surrounding desert—exist； and were explored in the ； it is important to stress that this story is a fiction and that the portraits of the characters who appear in it are fictional； as are some of the events and journeys。
i would like to thank the royal geographical society； london； for allowing me to read archival material and to glean from their geographical journals the world of explorers and their journeys—often beautifully recorded by their writers。 i have quoted a passage from hassanein bey’s article “through kufra to darfur” （）； describing sandstorms； and i have drawn from him and other explorers to evoke the desert of the
i would like to acknowledge information drawn from dr。
richard a。 hermann’s “historical problems of the libyan desert” （） and r。 a。 bagnold’s review of almasy’s monograph on his explorations in the desert。
many books were important to me in my research。 unexploded bomb by major a。 b。 hartley was especially useful in re…creating the construction of bombs and in describing the british bomb disposal units at the start of world war ii。 i have quoted directly from his book （the italicized lines in the “in situ” section） and have based some of kirpal singh s methods of defusing on actual techniques that hartley records。 information found in the patient’s notebook on the nature of certain winds is drawn from lyall watson’s wonderful book heavens breath； direct quotes appearing in quotation marks。 the section from the candaules…gyges story in herodotus’s histories is from the translation by g。 c。 mc…cauley （macmillan）。 other quotations from herodotus use the david grene translation （university of chicago press）。 the line in italics on page is by christopher smart； the lines in italics on page are from john milton s paradise lost； the line hana remembers on page is by anne wilkinson。 i would also like to acknowledge alan moorehead’s the villa diana； which discusses the life of poliziano in tuscany。 other important books were mary mccarthy’s the stones of florence； leonard mosley’s the cat and the mice； g。 w。 l。 nicholson’s the canadians in italy …？ and canada’s nursing sisters； the marshall cavendish encyclopaedia of world war h； f。 yeats…brown’s martial india； and three other books on the indian military： the tiger strikes and the tiger kills； published in by the directorate of public relations； new delhi； india； and a roll of honor。
thanks to the english department at glendon college； york university； the villa serbelloni； the rockefeller foundation； and the metropolitan toronto reference library。
i would like to thank the following for their generous help： elisabeth dennys； who let me read her letters written from egypt during the war； sister margaret at the villa san girolamo； michael williamson at the national library of canada； ottawa； anna jardine； rodney dennys； linda spalding； ellen levine。 and lally marwah； douglas lepan； david young and donya peroff。
finally a special thanks to ellen seligman； liz calder and sonny mehta。
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