Being personal and political observations (sacred and profane) of Nasser s Egypt, by a pair of perambulatory NR editors
We enjoyed our stay in Egypt not only for the can-I-touch-it state of mind induced by daily contact with robed and turbaned gentlemen who wouldn’t be caught dead on a camel if they could afford a Chevrolet, and by ladies who remain sternly veiled as they disrobe, launder and bathe in the shallows of the Nile; but also because there is an insouciant gaiety and friendliness, a sort of lighthearted iconoclasm among the people we have met, which is irresistibly attractive. A people who laugh must be extraordinarily difficult to regiment.
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