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everything which had befallen Saladin of late that was irreconcilable with the prosiness of everyday life came to seem somehow irrelevant, as even the most stubborn of nightmares will once you've splashed your face, brushed your teeth and had a strong, hot drink. He began to make journeys into the outside world -- to those professional advisers, lawyer accountant agent, whom Pamela used to call "the Goons", and when sitting in the panelled, book- and ledgerlined stability of those offices in which miracles could plainly never happen he took to speaking of his "breakdown", -- "the shock of the accident", -- and so on, explaining his disappearance as though he had never tumbled from the sky, singing "Rule, Britannia" while Gibreel yowled an air from the movie _Shree 420_. He made a conscious effort to resume his old delicate sensibilities, taking himself off to concerts and art galleries and plays, and if his responses were rather dull; -- if these pursuits singularly failed to
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