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. ”
