The excitement behind the new candidate proved to be smoke.

Defiance to thy power, thou rifted jawn! Now, by the loved heaven, sooner thou shalt Rinse thy foul ribs from the black filth of sin That soots thy heart than make me wretched.

He is dressed in an old sweater, corduroy trousers, sandles and elastoplasted spectacles. A row of fairy lights hangs round his neck.

My home is in the North of Palestine on the other side of Jordan, beyond the Sea of Galilee. My family has dwelt there from time immemorial, but they always loved this city, and have a legend that they dwelt occasionally within its walls, even in the days when Titus from that hill looked down upon the temple.