Edward Cecil's account of his years as an advisor to the "Malia" (Finance Department) of the Egyptian Government is one of the funniest travel books ever written - I have read it repeatedly and howled with laughter each time. A younger son of Victorian Prime Minister Lord Salisbury, Cecil thoroughly believed in the philosophy of Empire and Kipling's idea of the "white man's burden." His racist characterizations of natives undoubtedly make modern Egyptians bristle, but he is equally merciless to his own people and class. Whether observing his befuddled servant Suleiman the Untruthful, mocking the robotlike demeanor of Imperial German diplomats, tweaking Egyptian Cabinet ministers with an insatiable lust for new office furniture, or describing the empty-headed British emigres who frequented his social circle, Cecil was a keen observer with a manic sense of humor. In one of his few serious moments he includes a brief biography of Lord Kitchener, whom he worked for and greatly admired, and it is regrettable that Cecil, like his idol, died prematurely, before he could write more than this small book.