Pierre Loti

Egypt (La Mort de Philae)


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       Pierre Loti

      Egypt (La Mort de Philae)

      Published by Good Press, 2021

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066220617

       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

       Table of Contents

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      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