Egypt and its monuments . you may see, brilliant as yesterdays pictureanywhere, fascinatingly decorative trees growingbravely in little pots, red people offering incense whichis piled up in mounds like mountains; Ptah-Seket,Osiris receiving a royal gift of wine, the queen in thecompany of various divinities, and the terrible ordealof the cows. The cows are being weighed in are three of them. One is a philosopher, andreposes with an air that says, Even this last indignityof being weighed against my will cannot perturb mysoaring spirit. But the other two, sitting up, look asapprehen
Egypt and its monuments . you may see, brilliant as yesterdays pictureanywhere, fascinatingly decorative trees growingbravely in little pots, red people offering incense whichis piled up in mounds like mountains; Ptah-Seket,Osiris receiving a royal gift of wine, the queen in thecompany of various divinities, and the terrible ordealof the cows. The cows are being weighed in are three of them. One is a philosopher, andreposes with an air that says, Even this last indignityof being weighed against my will cannot perturb mysoaring spirit. But the other two, sitting up, look asapprehensive as old ladies in a rocking express, ex-pectant of an accident. The vividness of the colorsin this temple is quite wonderful. And much of itsgreat attraction comes rather from its position, and fromthem, than essentially from itself. At Deir-el-Bahari,what the long shell contains—its happy murmur of life—is more fascinating than the shell. There, instead ofbeing uplifted or overawed by form, we are rejoiced by 156. DEIR-FX-BAHARI color, by the high vivacity of arrested movement, bythe story that color and movement tell. And over allthere is the bright, blue, painted sky, studded, almostdistractedly studded, with a plethora of the yellow starsthe Egyptians made like starfish. The restored apricot-colored columns outside lookunhappily suburban when you are near them. Thewhite columns with their architraves are more pleasantto the eyes. The niches full of bright hues, the archedchapels, the small, white steps leading upward to shal-low sanctuaries, the small black foxes facing eachother on little yellow pedestals—attract one like thedetails and amusing ornaments of a clever womansboudoir. Through this most characteristic temple oneroves in a gaily attentive mood, feeling all the timeHatshepsus fascination. You may see her, if you will, a little lady on thewall, with a face decidedly sensual—a long, straight nose,thick lips, an expression rather determined than agree-ab
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