'Take me away from here', you say. 'I can't stand it any longer. Another winter dawn in London - the slate-grey sky, that limp blur of dampness in the air, the slow shuffle to and from work...I want to go somewhere warm, somewhere that's easy to get to, that won't upset my delicately tuned inner clock. I want to go somewhere strange.'
At this sad tirade, the travel agent thinks and nods and says, 'Why don't you go to Luxor?
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