Just what the doctor ordered.
March 1st 2007 These have been dark days for me in Cairo: crippled by a chest cold, smothered by the smog, huddled in bed like a refugee while the rest of the hostel smokes sheesha and wisecracks in the lounge. It’s hardly been the week I’d imagined. My final days in Cairo were meant to be days of fresh insight and discovery, when a certain young scribe - strapping on the pith helmet of moral inquiry - s
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