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Harold Albert Lamb (September 1, 1892 – April 9, 1962) was an American writer, novelist, historian, and screenwriter. In both his fiction and nonfiction work, Lamb gravitated toward subjects related to Asia and the Middle East. Lamb was an advocate of inclusive literature and history, saying to The New York Times in 1953, "It all came out as an intense irritation over the fact that all history seemed to draw a north-south line across Europe, through Berlin and Venice, say. Everything was supposed to have happened west of that line, nothing to the East. Ridiculous of course."
Through the gate in the mountain comes the buran, the wind that destroys. Shepherds and the flocks of shepherds die at the cold touch of the buran. From the iron gate of the winds in the sky comes the buran, and where it breathes is desolation. Before the time of our fathers and their fathers and the memory of the oldest men there came through the gate of the mountain the Destroyer. Genghis Khan, the Destroyer, rode through the gateway of Mongolia and in his path there was desolation.
You see," Hassan said, his eyes bright, "what obedience is given me. Is even Malikshah obeyed thus?" "I saw three lives cast away for nothing." "Nay, for a proof. What are three lives worth in themselves? Before this sun, that is sinking now, rises again, a thousand human maggots will have crawled into oblivion and another thousand will be spawned upon his dunghill that is our world.
Through the gate in the mountain comes the buran, the wind that destroys. Shepherds and the flocks of shepherds die at the cold touch of the buran. From the iron gate of the winds in the sky comes the buran, and where it breathes is desolation. Before the time of our fathers and their fathers and the memory of the oldest men there came through the gate of the mountain the Destroyer. Genghis Khan, the Destroyer, rode through the gateway of Mongolia and in his path there was desolation.
You see," Hassan said, his eyes bright, "what obedience is given me. Is even Malikshah obeyed thus?" "I saw three lives cast away for nothing." "Nay, for a proof. What are three lives worth in themselves? Before this sun, that is sinking now, rises again, a thousand human maggots will have crawled into oblivion and another thousand will be spawned upon his dunghill that is our world.
