A forced landing

pp [284/5] [tr ed p 304/5], line,
Kennington, 179 x 270 mm

Cartoon of camel landing on face at left, while Lawrence sails off right scattering flowers from a bouquet.

p [285] [tr ed p 303] - '. . . when suddenly my camel tripped and went down emptily upon her face, as though pole-axed. I was torn completely from the saddle, sailed grandly through the air for a great distance, and landed with a crash which seemed to drive all the power and feeling out of me. I lay there, passively waiting for the Turks to kill me, continuing to hum over the verses of a half-forgotten poem, whose rhythm something, perhaps the prolonged stride of the camel, had brought back to my memory as we leaped down the hill-side:

For Lord I was free of all Thy flowers, but I chose the world's sad roses, And that is why my feet are torn and mine eyes are blind with sweat.'

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