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pursued us through the bazaar with bargains in "genuine antiquities." A few enterprising barkers even tried to fit us under way with Arab headdress. Despite the sales talks, real bargains were rare. Irving summed it up: "Old World charm at New World prices." In the midst of such teeming life, death added a somber note: a band of sheep with the owner's cerise marks on their flanks, headed for the slaughterhouse (page 587). Camel Justifies Nautical Nickname Death of a nobler sort rules the west bank of the Nile. There stand the great tombs and monuments of Egypt's past (preceding pages). Where the sun sank every day into unknown 592 darkness, men's souls would naturally jour ney at the end of life's day. "I like the idea of the sun traversing the heavens by day in a boat, then floating at night through the underworld," Irving said. "At least there was a boat in their afterlife." The greatest of the monuments and tombs, of course, are the Pyramids of Giza. Limou sines whisked us to within a few hundred yards of the vast piles, and camels carried us the rest of the way. A friend had recommend ed a camel called "Coca-Cola," and we made the mistake of asking the handlers for it by name. Suddenly every camel in sight became "Coca-Cola." The one I chose actually turned out to be "Canada Dry."