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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood The Egyptian Desert from Helouan

One wonders how the people can flock to Cairo in such herds for their gaieties⁠—so close to the solemn aristocracy of this splendid, ageless Desert. The vulgarity of its social whirl must strike unpleasantly any real Nature-lover. They might have chosen another place, one finds one’s self thinking with a faint sensation of contempt. Not that the Desert cares.⁠ ⁠... ! And Helouan certainly does not care, with its pure, sweet air, its dustless brilliance, its great enveloping peace and silence, which are the fingers of the Desert feeling along its very streets.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood The Egyptian Desert from Helouan

The sunset colourings, indeed, force one to turn from the sky, where the brilliant effects are themselves amazing enough, and watch the great dead Desert turn alive with coloured fire no man could possibly invent or dream of. And all through the short dusk, as well as when the stars shine through the later hours of darkness, there are patches of yellow sand and gleaming limestone, almost white, that continue to glow as with internal furnaces just behind their sculptured surface.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood The Egyptian Desert from Helouan

A Bedouin one moment is a speck moving far ahead, and the next is upon you or melting into the distance far behind you. And everywhere on the plateaux are visible the holes he has dug to find the plentiful rock salt, which he sells for a few piastres in the towns and villages. Then, abruptly, you find yourself upon the ancient track the feet of countless camels have beaten hard⁠—the trail that leads to Suez⁠—and the friendly lights of gentle, little, silent Helouan blink kindly through the night.
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