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Profiting by previous experience, the Sultan, his entourage, and all those rich enough to follow his example, have gone to Alexandria, on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea, for the summer time, there they will be far removed from the dessert, and the cool breezes from the water will frequently blow upon them, while here in Cairo the inhabitants will be sweltering in the heated air. However such cannot be helped and all may be well with us. However we shall do our best & battle along, if God gives to each good health.
27-5-15. Hot. Jolly hot.
Last evening my pen commenced to spill out words to M. M. Thomas, but the spirit which animated it was not active enough to do justice to any subject. However before the hour for posting arrives it may be that some thoughts will result from the working of the brain cells within my skull, then she will have opportunity to criticise the mental capacity of the Ego that has acted.
10.10 p.m. Hot! Jolly hot!!! All day.
Hot now as I sit in my room writing a few words to you, and munching a biscuit which will be washed down with some water or some lemonade after a little. You would laugh to see me, seated at the table nearly everyone else in bed, my room amply large but not richly decorated; a bed in the centre of the room; the windows and doors wide open; packages scattered here & there; writing materials of all descriptions on the table – another piece of biscuit. Blow the fly! One of the persisting insects of Egypt. Again he is at my face. Again. Again. Again. I must kill him with a whisp. He has departed. –