Egypt (La Mort de Philae)
A night wondrously clear and of a colour unknown to our climate; a place of dreamlike aspect, fraught with mystery. The moon of a bright silver, which dazzles by its shining, illumines a world which surely is no longer ours; for it resembles in nothing what may be seen in other lands. A world in which everything is suffused with rosy color beneath the stars of midnight, and where granite symbols rise up, ghostlike and motionless.
Is that a hill of sand that rises yonder? One can scarcely tell, for it has as it were no shape, no outline; rather it seems like a great rosy cloud, or some huge, trembling billow, which once perhaps raised itself there, forthwith to become motionless for ever. . . . And from out this kind of mummified wave a colossal human effigy emerges, rose-coloured too, a nameless, elusive rose; emerges, and stares with fixed eyes and smiles. It is so huge it seems unreal, as if it were a reflection cast by some mirror hidden in the moon. . . . And behind this monster face, far away in the rear, on the top of those undefined and gently undulating sandhills, three apocalyptic signs rise up against the sky, those rose-coloured triangles, regular as the figures of geometry, but so vast in the distance that they inspire you with fear. They seem to be luminous of themselves, so vividly do they stand out in their clear rose against the deep blue of the star-spangled vault. And this apparent radiation from within, by its lack of likelihood, makes them seem more awful.
And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand. Nothing else is to be seen anywhere save those three awful things that stand there upright and still—the human likeness magnified beyond all measurement, and the three geometric mountains; things at first sight like exhalations, visionary things, with nevertheless here and there, and most of all in the features of the vast mute face, subtleties of shadow which show that it at least exists, rigid and immovable, fashioned out of imperishable stone.
Pierre Loti
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Translated from the French by W. P. Baines
CHAPTER I
A WINTER MIDNIGHT BEFORE THE GREAT SPHINX
CHAPTER II
THE PASSING OF CAIRO
CHAPTER III
THE MOSQUES OF CAIRO
CHAPTER IV
THE HALL OF THE MUMMIES
CHAPTER V
A CENTRE OF ISLAM
CHAPTER VI
IN THE TOMBS OF THE APIS
CHAPTER VII
THE OUTSKIRTS OF CAIRO
CHAPTER VIII
ARCHAIC CHRISTIANITY
CHAPTER IX
THE RACE OF BRONZE
CHAPTER X
A CHARMING LUNCHEON
CHAPTER XI
THE DOWNFALL OF THE NILE
CHAPTER XII
IN THE TEMPLE OF THE GODDESS OF LOVE AND JOY
CHAPTER XIII
MODERN LUXOR
CHAPTER XIV
A TWENTIETH-CENTURY EVENING AT THEBES
CHAPTER XV
THEBES BY NIGHT
CHAPTER XVI
THEBES IN SUNLIGHT
CHAPTER XVII
AN AUDIENCE OF AMENOPHIS II.
CHAPTER XVIII
AT THEBES IN THE TEMPLE OF THE OGRESS
CHAPTER XIX
A TOWN PROMPTLY EMBELLISHED
CHAPTER XX
THE PASSING OF PHILAE