Richard (with concern): David. David (with contempt): Richard. Richard: How are you feeling? David: Bloody hot. Richard: It’s the Sahara old boy. David: I know it’s the fucking Sahara.
-The Forgiven (2021), based on the novel by Lawrence Osborne
Daoud didn’t wear a white dinner jacket as did Richard the night of the party in his Moroccan desert Casbah, but he still thought it very hot until the sun set, and when it quickly turned cold he then pulled on a wool sweater and sat closer to the tea fire. I remember giving my Icelandic fisherman’s sweater to Rabih when we got to Cairo because he was the only barrel-chested drover in our Dabouka and wouldn’t swim in it as might the boy cook Ibrahim.