He returned to his cottage so completely disheartened, that he regretted the day when he had left Tadmor.
But Tadmor, rich in books and newspapers, was a powerless training institution in the matter of small talk.
But the emissary from Tadmor, warned by the minute-hand on the watch, recalled his attention to passing events.
They were all at supper, at Tadmor—talking over the events of the day.
I have told you how I got to Tadmor, and what it looks like, and what sort of people live in the place.
