Tamara de Lempicka Girl Sleeping painting

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Baal has acquired a prominent erection, an ironic monument to his fear.
Abu Simbel, the cuckolded Grandce, stands up, commands, "On your feet", and Baal, bewildered, follows him outside.
The graves of Ismail and his mother Hagar the Egyptian lie by the north--west face of the House of the Black Stone, in an enclosure surrounded by a low wall. Abu Simbel approaches this area, halts a little way off. In the enclosure is a small group of men. The water-carrier Khalid is there, and some sort of bum from Persia by the outlandish name of Salman, and to complete this trinity of scum there is the slave Bilal, the one Mahound freed, an enormous black monster, this one, with a voice to match his size. The three idlers sit on the enclosure wall. "That bunch of riff-raff," Abu Simbel says. "Those are your targets. Write about them; and their leader, too." Baa!, for all his terror, cannot conceal his disbelief. "Grandee, those _goons_ -- those fucking _clowns?_ You don't have to worry about them. What do you think? That Mahound's one God will bankrupt your temples? Three-sixty versus one, and the one wins? Can't happen." He giggles, close to hysteria. Abu Simbel remains calm: "Keep your