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Show Cerl.l.ly Kspls. story. A friend of mine, a Ureek professor, who runs over here for his holidays, Is with us now. He got over-excited the other day when the telegrams came from Athena about the shindy over some new translations of the eveujcll-cal eveujcll-cal books. "Your pcoplo," I said to him, "seem to be "Klghtlng llko devils for reconciliation, reconcilia-tion, And hating each other for the lovs of God." Thnt launched him Into a torrent of explanations and I had such a Niagara of words poured over me for 20 minutes min-utes I hut I begun eagerly tn watch for a chunce of chsugtng the aiihject. It ramo at last. "The (Ircek language," ht suld, hy wuy of Interlude before branching out again Into thcolugy, "Is a very eu. t laiiKuage. We can express our thoughts nnd nlcim with the most exact nicety." "Then tell me," 1 said, "what you think of Kgypt. "In this beautiful country," he answered, "you havo an atxit hosts of nnture and an ajiodelkneUHis of theoprrttlc omnipotence," omnipo-tence," 1 think I must relcarn Kngllah from a Ureek professor. Ang'o-Kaxou la played out Cairo (Kxypt) Hpbini. |