In our imperfect and as yet incomplete survey of the font of humanity, we cannot help but to have made some generalizations based on our observations, as we cultural anthropologists do.
We note sand. We note sand all over the place, sand of different colors, sand of every race, color and creed.
We note that of the African people profiled so far, about half, it seems to us, have been darkly-complected. Since we left the Mediterranean all have been. None have been of that race of humanity known as "White." Yet...yet: Yet we have not failed to notice, lurking in the dusky shadows, the Pale Horse. Englishmen ruled Egypt, we know. That influence has not turned out particularly well, it seems to us. Those descendants of Englishmen who declared their independence from the Crown in the New World had, until very lately, a strong influence in Egypt also. The bird hit the air pump again. And we seem to remember English influence in other of the north African countries but we're not 100% sure.
More so, it seems, has been the influence, so far, of those pale-faces who are Sons of Napoleon: in Algeria, in Tunisia, in Morocco at water's edge, and in the sandbox, practically every country surveyed to this point. We pay tribute to these seeds of the fleur de lis which have flowered so luxuriantly in the Sahara.
And, of course, we note the benign presence of Muhammad. Everywhere.
We note sand. We note sand all over the place, sand of different colors, sand of every race, color and creed.
We note that of the African people profiled so far, about half, it seems to us, have been darkly-complected. Since we left the Mediterranean all have been. None have been of that race of humanity known as "White." Yet...yet: Yet we have not failed to notice, lurking in the dusky shadows, the Pale Horse. Englishmen ruled Egypt, we know. That influence has not turned out particularly well, it seems to us. Those descendants of Englishmen who declared their independence from the Crown in the New World had, until very lately, a strong influence in Egypt also. The bird hit the air pump again. And we seem to remember English influence in other of the north African countries but we're not 100% sure.
More so, it seems, has been the influence, so far, of those pale-faces who are Sons of Napoleon: in Algeria, in Tunisia, in Morocco at water's edge, and in the sandbox, practically every country surveyed to this point. We pay tribute to these seeds of the fleur de lis which have flowered so luxuriantly in the Sahara.
And, of course, we note the benign presence of Muhammad. Everywhere.
