By-ways on Service: Notes from an Australian JournalDinning, Hector
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By-ways on Service: Notes from an Australian Journal
Dinning, Hector
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, Australian
What Mr. Wells calls "the inundating flood of babies" ebbs and flows
in the streets. The Arab women, bare-legged, slovenly of gait, broad
of person, with swaying, unstable bust, move up and down or sit in the
doorways, or lounge and haggle over a purchase. Every hovel in the
bazaars, with its low door and dark recesses, sells or makes something,
and the Arab quarter is a succession of bazaars. The artificers squat
at their work in brass or clay or fabric or gold; the greybeards sit
at the doors with hubble-bubble and dream through the day in a state
of coma. Fruits and dates, sweets and pastry, and Eastern culinary
products that defy nomenclature by the Australian, are piled in an
Eastern profusion. Sweets and pastry abound in excess and are curiously
cheap. Toffee is sold from stands at every street-corner, and the
quantity you might carry off for sixpence would be embarrassing. Pastry
is made here of a flavour and lightness unexcelled by any English
housewife. Sit at an open restaurant, call for a light lunch, and you
will have a plate heaped with the most delicious meat and spice pastry
and sugared fruits, for something less than the price of a street-stall
pie in Australia, and with a glass of sherbet thrown in. The fineness
of the fabrics sold (amongst bales of Manchester rubbish) will draw
the better class of Egyptian woman into the bazaars of this east-end;
they are beautiful in rich black silk from head to toe, with a delicate
white yashmak; they have a regularity of feature and a complexion and
a beauty of eye and of gait to make you look again. Nothing is lost to
them by the setting through which they glide: the ragged bargainers,
the sluttishness of the women, the unmitigated dirt of earth and asses
and children and tethered goats, and water-carriers with their greasy
swine-skins filled and shining. They offer an analogy to the stately
mosque and minaret which lifts its graceful head above the squalid
erections of the poor. And as futilely might the stranger pry into
those features with his free curiosity as attempt an entrance to the
Mosque unattended.
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