The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan.

There were twelve dishes of lamb cooked in different rich sauces, with a monster bowl of strange oddments, which I imagine also belonged to the private life of a sheep, floating in rich gravy.

it is a curious fact that camels walk more quickly and straighter to the sound of singing.

The desert has a subtle and a cruel charm. She destroys while she enthralls.

The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan.

That is the charm of the map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible.

The laws all true wanderers obey are these: 'Thou shalt not eat nor drink more than thy share,' 'Thou shalt not lie about the places thou hast visited or the distances thou hast traversed.