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"Believe me, we have bigger surprises still to come for the Israelis - much bigger, you will see.
Then we will get our prisoners and it will take just a few small concessions." I walk outside, feeling as if I have been beaten over the head.
This part of the city - once a Dresden of ruins - was rebuilt by Rafiq Hariri, the prime minister who was murdered scarcely a mile away on 14 February last year.
The wreckage of that bomb blast, an awful precursor to the present war in which his inheritance is being vandalised by the Israelis, still stands beside the Mediterranean, waiting for the last UN investigator to look for clues to the assassination - an investigator who has long ago abandoned this besieged city for the safety of Cyprus.
So savagely was the old Beirut damaged that the Emperor Justinian sent gold from Constantinople as compensation to every family left alive. When the Crusaders arrived at Beirut on their way to Jerusalem in the 11th century, they slaughtered every man, woman and child in the city.
In the First World War, Ottoman Beirut suffered a terrible famine; the Turkish army had commandeered all the grain and the Allied powers blockaded the coast.
The Lebanese love flowers, their colour and scent, and Beirut is draped in trees and bushes that smell like paradise.
In its aftermath, the sea withdrew several miles and the survivors - ancestors of the present-day Lebanese - walked out on the sands to loot the long-sunken merchant ships revealed in front of them.
That was when a tidal wall higher than a tsunami returned to swamp the city and kill them all.
Hariri loved this place and, taking Chirac for a beer one day, he caught sight of me sitting at a table.
"Ah Robert, come over here," he roared and then turned to Chirac like a cat that was about to eat a canary.
"I want to introduce you, Jacques, to the reporter who said I couldn't rebuild Beirut! The Martyr Rafiq Hariri International Airport has been attacked three times by the Israelis, its glistening halls and shopping malls vibrating to the missiles that thunder into the runways and fuel depots.