They keep us now in blinding whirlwinds, which swarm with flies.

The "season" indeed is already over, and the foreign invaders have fled until next autumn.

Egypt is now more Egyptian, beneath a more burning sky.

The sun of this Easter Sunday is as hot as ours of July, and the ground seems as if it would perish of drought.

But it is always thus in the springtime of this rainless country; the trees, which have kept their leaves throughout the winter, shed them in April as ours do in November.