Nine years ago I wrote an afterword for Orientalism which, in trying to clarify what I believed Ihad and had not said, stressed not only the many discussions that had opened up since my book appeared in1978, but the ways in which a work about representations of "the Orient" lent itself to increasingmisinterpretation. That I find myself feeling more ironic than irritated about that very same thing today is asign of how much age has crept up on me. The recent death of my two main intellectual, political and personalmentors, Eqbal Ahmad and Ibrahim Abu Lughod, has brought sadness and loss, as well as resignation and acertain stubborn will to go on.