Some of the People

"I, Herodotus of Halicarnassus, set forth my history,
that time may not draw the colour from what Man has brought into being...."
Almasy remembers

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of the Desert

The British Empire



The Film (IMdb)


"I fell burning into the desert."

He whispers again, dragging the listening heart of the young nurse beside him to wherever his mind is, into that well of memory he kept plunging into during those months before he died.





He was a man who made friends with difficulty. He was a man who knew two or three people in his life, and they had turned out now to be the enemy..

"I remember he turned back, laughing. He pointed his thick finger to the spot by his Adam's Apple and said, 'This is called the vascular sizood.' Giving that hollow at her neck an official name." - Almasy

[In Church]...Maddox listened as the sermon grew more and more impassioned. He pulled out the desert pistol, bent over and shot himself in the heart. -- Almasy



"There was classical blood in her face. Her parents were famous, apparently, in the world of legal history...She was a willow...She had been these awkward limbs climbing out of a plane..."

"If I gave you my life, you would drop it, wouldn't you?"

"I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do! How can I be your lover? He will go mad."

Katharine recites from Herodutus around the campfire





"Every four days she washes his black body, beginning at the destroyed feet. She wets a washcloth and holding it above his ankles squeezes the water onto him, looking up as he murmurs, seeing his smile."

"He sees her head nod slightly. A lean face with hair cut short, without the mask and mystery of her long hair. If anything she seems calm in this universe of hers. The fountain gurgling in the background, the hawks, the ruined garden of the villa."


"The man named Caravaggio pushes open all the windows in the room so he can hear the noises of the night."

David Caravaggio -- an absurd name for you, of course..."
"At least I have a name."




"He will sit up and flip his hair forward, and begin to rub the length of it with a towel. She imagines all of Asia through the gestures of this one man."

"She thinks him, in this tent's darkness, to be half bird - a quality of feather within him..."