" I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills... The geographical position and the height of the land combined to create a landscape that had not its like in all the world. There was no fat on it and no luxuriance anywhere; it was Africa distilled up through six thousand feet, like the strong and refined essence of a continent. The colours were burnt and dry, like colours in pottery... The chief feature of the landscape, and of your life in it, was the air. Looking back on a sojourn in the African highlands, you are struck by a feeling of having lived for a time up in the air. The sky was rarely more than pale blue or violet, with a profusion of mighty, weightless, ever changing clouds towering up
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