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That's him. Mahound theman, climbing his hot mountain in the Hijaz. The mirage of a city shines below him in the sun.
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The city of Jahilia is built entirely of sand, its structures formed of the desert whence it rises. It is a sight to wonder at: walled, four-gated, the whole of it a miracle worked by its citizens, who have learned the trick of transforming the fine white dune-sand of those forsaken parts, -- the very stuff of inconstancy, -- the quintessence of unsettlement, shifting, treachery, lack--of--form, -- and have turned it, by alchemy, into the fabric of their newly invented permanence. These people are a mere three or four generations removed from their nomadic past, when they were as rootless as the dunes, or rather rooted in the knowledge that the journeying itself was .
-- Whereas the migrant can do without the journey altogether; it's no more than a necessary evil; the point is to arrive. --.
Quite recently, then, and like the shrewdthey were, the Jahilians settled down at the intersection--point of the routes of the great
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