Seated at the same table with our Mr.—, was a gentleman, who, to use the current phrase, ‘had a brick in his hat.’

dahabiyeh — that 'trip in a dahabiyeh as far as Biskra' which Mr. Max Beerbohm so commends to lady novelists, and which has so often been taken by Mr. Robert Hicheris. You know what it is like: how the song of the Nubian boatmen mingles[…]

Richard Vernon: You're not fooling anyone, Bender. The next screw that falls out will be you. John Bender: Eat my shorts. Richard Vernon: What was that? John Bender: Eat... My... Shorts.

It is a stammered, sleazy chronicle, told by fits and starts in bits and pieces, and constantly interrupted by the director and actors.