I hate to miss a comet
Jul 29, 2020
2 minutes
Jason Goodwin
TWENTY years ago, I camped out in the Sahara desert with a couple of Libyans and I remember two things: the almost painful brightness of the night sky, unobscured by wisp of cloud or earthly light, and the small rocks that I rather nervously supposed might conceal poisonous snakes.
The Libyans scoffed, for a Berber is lord of that
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