I could not tell whether he was considering me or some problem of his own.
"Speaking unofficially," he said, "there are two possibilities.
You might go without permission--easy enough, provided you don't talk beforehand.

In that case, you'd get there and back; after which, the Administration would label and index you.

The remainder of your stay in Palestine would be about as exciting as pushing a perambulator in Prospect Park, Brooklyn.

You'd be canned." "I'd rather be killed.

What's the alternative ?" "Get permission.