Albert Payson Terhune,
Najib's "Yowltide"
(1920)
“ She is as the houris who sing to slumber the souls of the prophet's warriors in es-Semme! Her mouth is like unto silver and precious gold and to the mines of Ophir! Blessed among woman be the mother who bore her! Blessed be her noble sire! May he be also the father of an hundred hero sons! Blessed be the happy day whereon she was born! Blessed——” “Have you been sampling the guards' hashish?” demanded Kirby. “What on earth are you blithering about?” “About?” echoed Najib dreamily, lapsing back into English, his face slack and vapid with a purely imbecile simper. ”
