If you get a chance, drop me a line when you arrive in Cairo.

In what glooın are you all left to spuddle out your way through the road of life?

The birds perch on the sorghum heads and try to eat them but the dry seed falls to the ground. The birds can only peck it out of the sorghum head when it is still milky and green.

As I grew richer I grew more ambitious, took a house in the country, and eventually married, without anyone having a suspicion as to my real occupation.