“…there were times we regretted
the summer palaces on slopes, the terraces
and the silken girls bringing sherbet
then the camel men cursing and grumbling
and running away, and wanting their liquor and women
and the night fires going out and the lack of shelters
and the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
and the villages dirty and charging high prices:
a hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
sleeping in snatches,
with the voices singing in our ears, saying
that this was all folly…”
TS Eliot from the journey of the Magi
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