Excerpt from A Forest of Eyes Zarko walked down the long gallery, a short, plumpish middle-aged figure, and as he went he took out his hand kerchief and wiped his face free of sweat. Even though the museum was in the fortress overlooking the small harbor, within walls of thick biscuit - colored limestone, the air was hot and damp. Near the door the attendant, an oldish man in a faded blue uniform, was sitting on a backless wooden chair behind his counter. He looked up as Zarko came into the hallway and moved towards the door. Momentarily the book he was read ing dropped to his knees. The sirocco comes early this year, comrade. By this eve ning it will be gone. Then, on an impulse, Zarko turned and went across to the attendant. The books men read these days were always of interest. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.… (more)