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The Corfu TrilogyBut the disadvantage of the canals was that they were fringed on each side with tall, rustling bamboo breaks which, while providing shade, shut out the wind, so that the atmosphere was still, dark, hot, and as richly odiferous as a manure heap. For a time the artificial smell of the Count vied with the scents of nature and eventually nature won. вЂEes smell,’ the Count pointed out. вЂIn France ze water ees hygiene.’ I said it would not be long before we left the canal and were out on the lake, where there would be no smell. вЂEes eating,’ was the Count’s next discovery, mopping his face and moustache with a scent-drenched handkerchief. вЂEes eating much.’ His pale face had, as a matter of fact, turned a light shade of heliotrope. I was just about to say that that problem, too, would be overcome once we reached the open lake when, to my alarm, I noticed something wrong with the Bootle-Bumtrinket. She had settled sluggishly in the brown water and hardly moved to my punting. For a moment I could not imagine what was wrong with her; we had not run aground and I knew that there were no sand banks in this canal ...» |
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