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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 42 "Gloria Steinem," he complained. "Every now and then I think I see her on the streets of Irate, but it's the wife of a certain American technician." Even in his feudal city, the libbers step on his ornately curled toes. "Excellency, the discretion, a veiled face, the enforced modesty of the girls, I thought this tradition was waning in the crescent. . ." "Not in my country." "You keep your women covered. . .for sectarian reasons?' Sela, the tall one, winked nervily at the men. "I keep them covered," the Pooh-bah said, as something of a poor color came over him, in what Dory was beginning to recognize as the man's chronic post-coital meanness, "because there comes a monotony in looking at them. As they well know." He frowned at choclaty Sela, where she'd gone dancing half up a stair, clacking her dancer's zils. "But king a man could argue that given your opportunities, lese majesty, these prettiest desert flowers--" "Ha!" the arab laughed sourly, more to himself. "You think these are our women? "Our women," he began, "I don't know what happened to them. The best evidence suggests," he paused, with a sweeping motion at an arcing light, hopefully a meteor, racing in the night sky, "that they were carried off, |
