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Four great gates has the city of Damascus â¦
Postern of Fate, the Desert Gate, Disasterâs Cavem,
Fort of Fear â¦
Pass not beneath, O Caravan, or pass not singing.
Have you heard
That silence where the birds are dead, yet something
pipeth like a bird?
from Gates of Damascus by James Elroy Flecker
âBooks!â said Tuppence.
She produced the word rather with the effect of a bad-tempered explosion.
âWhat did you say?â said Tommy.
Tuppence looked across the room at him.
âI said âbooksâ,â she said.
âI see what you mean,â said Thomas Beresford.
In front of Tuppence were three large packing cases. From each of them various books had been extracted. The larger part of them were still filled with books.
âItâs incredible,â said Tuppence.
âYou mean the room they take up?â
âYes.â
âAre you trying to put them all on the shelves?â
âI donât know what Iâm trying to do,â said Tuppence. âThatâs the awkward part of it. One doesnât know ever, exactly, what one wants to do. Oh dear,â she sighed.
âReally,â said her husband, âI should have thought that that was not at all characteristic of you. The trouble with you has always been that you knew much too well what you do want to do.â
âWhat I mean is,â said Tuppence, âthat here we are, getting older, getting a bitâwell, letâs face itâdefinitely rheumatic, especially when one is stretching; you know, stretching putting in books or lifting things down from shelves or kneeling down to look at the bottom shelves for something, then finding it a bit difficult to get up again.â
âYes, yes,â said Tommy, âthatâs an account of our general disabilities. Is that what you started to say?â
âNo, it isnât what I started to say. What I started to say was, it was lovely to be able to buy a new home and find just the place we wanted to go and live in, and just the house there weâd always dreamt of havingâwith a little alteration, of course.â
âKnocking one or two rooms into each other,â said Tommy, âand adding to it what you call a veranda and your builder calls a lodger, though I prefer to call it a loggia.â
âAnd itâs going to be very nice,â said Tuppence firmly.
âWhen youâve done it I shanât know it! Is that the answer?â said Tommy.
âNot at all. All I said was that when you see it finished youâre going to be delighted and say what an ingenious and clever and artistic wife you have.â