sleeping to a hymn of desert drums, a sea of stars, cooed in a bed of sand, so vast our ships traversed to a rising moon.Let me tell you about winds.There is a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the Fellahin defend themselves with knives. And there is the Ghibli, from Tunis which rolls and rolls and rolls and produces a rather strange nervous condition. And then there is the Harmattan, a red wind, which mariners call the sea of darkness. And red sand from this wind has flown as far as the south coast of England, apparently producing showers so dense that they were mistaken for blood. Herodotus writes about a wind, the Simoon, at which a nation was “so enraged by this evil wind that they declared war on it and marched out in full battle array, only to be rapidly and completely interred."