IX The Cave of Swimmers
I PROMISED to tell you how one falls in love.
A young man named Geoffrey Clifton a friend at Oxford ed me, got married t day, and ter fleo Cairo. t days of t ory.
Katon climbed out of ted, for s, bony knees. In too ardent for t. I liked , messenger, reconnaissance. o advise us ly. back to Cairo and returned a monter, and it ter time but ill t on some petrol cans, aring at some constantly flapping tarpaulin, and Clifton o joke of it, but to .
After t monted, read constantly, kept more to t can c o remain a socialite o con could not see it, ion. S t. Salk about U and t oasis, ed doicles.
I een years older tand. I stage in life believe in permanence, in relations span ages. I een years older. But ser.
So ced.
altered poned uary outside Cairo? e er t leave break tment to us. to Madox and me. e ory. Our situation.
Clifton celebrated ty of nessing ts in tel suite. breakfast.
to all t, I didn’t say a imes as cnessing my unspokenexasperation, and ten years earlier from Dako ted t more t me a fe apart from ty sumbled onto because of this marriage.
t not I am a man ten doact of to repeat someto fling more er into took you a hundred miles.
Our expedition forty miles from U, and Madox and I o leave alone on a reconnaissance. tons and to remain be maps book you look at in tus. A t?” “I don’t presume. If it is private.” “I es . And cuttings. I need it o you. It is unusual for me to travel it.” Al