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“Oh don't be pompous and gloomy,darling," chided Amalfi. "There are thousands of places just as lovely as this. And as peaceful." "That's where you are wrong," said Tyson,leaning his elbows on the warm stone. "I've seen a lot of the world, A hell of a lot of it!But there's something special about this island Something that I haven't met anywhere else Do you know what is the most familiar sound in Zanzibar?-laughter! Walk through the streets of the little city almost any time of day or night, and you'll hear it. People laughing. There is a gaiety and good humour about them that is strangely warming to even such a corrugated, corroded and eroded heart as mine and this is the only place that I have hit upon where black and white and every shade in between 'em appear to able to live in complete friendliness and harmony, with no colour bar. It's living proof and a practical demonstration that it can be done.”

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Death in Zanzibar

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M.M. Kaye
M.M. Kaye

M.M. Kaye, a British writer born on August 21, 1908, and passed away on January 29, 2004, is renowned for her historical and adventure novels. Her most famous work is 'The Lost Horizon.' Kaye is known for her rich imagination and profound understanding of history. more

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