“I wonder whether you recognise that there are obstacles which the human will can’t negotiate?”
“I could scarcely live where I do without recognising that the grains of sand are often driven by the wind. But when there is no wind!”
“They lie still?”
“And are the desert. I want to have a strange experience.”
“What?”
“A fete in my garden.”
“A fantasia?”
“Something far more banal. A lunch party, a dejeuner. Will you honour me?”
“By breakfasting with you? Yes, of course. Thank you.”
“And will you bring—the second sun worshipper?”