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The last day, so as much of everything as could be squeezed in. I even managed to watch some soccer in the Drunken Dolphins. Poor old José. And the cribbage tournament went pretty much to the last turn of the last card. Whoah. The winner (me) gets a bocadillo of their owning choosing at the aeroporto.
And at last I’ve embarked on Alan Moorehead’s classic account (published 1944) of the war in the Western Desert. Yes, classic: not a word to be thrown about or treated irreverently. Almost brought a tear to my eye - Mersah Matruh, Sidi Barani, places my Dad had been and where he witnessed the aftermath of the Italian defeat, their huge piles of tremendous food supplies.
Moorehead sums up the ‘Italian’ character in a way which would be almost unthinkable today, and which he believed led to their defeat:
"Mussolini did not even have especially bad luck. He simply once again overstrained and overestimated the Italian people. His thoughts reached upward heroically. The people remained tied to the ground, artistic, erratic, shiftless, individualistic, and irresponsible."
I wonder what Moorehead would make of us Brits these days.