“You seem to have missed a good deal.” His voice was equable, without a trace of secondary meaning.
“I’ve had a quiet life. I’m grateful though for your coming here; otherwise. I should have died without any contact with America, without ever knowing what was happening outside the Arab League.”
“Well, we’ll shake things up around here.”
“Shake well before using,” I quoted absently.
“What did you say?”
“I said I hoped all would be well.”
“I’m sure it will. By the way, I brought you the new edition of Cave’s prison dialogues.” He pulled a small booklet from his back pocket and handed it to me.
“Thank you.” I took the booklet: dialogues between Cave and Iris Mortimer. I had never before heard of this particular work. “Is this a recent discovery?” I asked.
“Recent? Why no. It’s the newest edition but of course the text goes right back to the early days when Cave was in prison.”
“Oh, yes, in California.”