Visited Ali, my civil servant friend, yesterday afternoon. His father was there (it's his house in fact), an exceedingly old and full-habited man of 80 with bright eyes wearing only a dhoti or sarong, whose local name I can't remember. He doesn't speak a word of English, but his presence reminded Ali to tell me about life on the island during the
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