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new town amid the uproar of the stall…keepers； the donkey drivers and
the cosmopolitan passengers； casts here a sullen； impassive and
consuming fire。 And meanwhile the shadows shortenand just as they do
every day； beneath this sky which is never overcast； just as they have
done for five and thirty centuries； these columns； these friezes and
this temple itself； like a mysterious and solemn sundial； record
patiently on the ground the slow passing of the hours。 Verily for us；
the ephemerae of thought； this unbroken continuity of the sun of Egypt
has more of melancholy even than the changing； overcast skies of our
climate。
And now； at last； the temple is restored to solitude and all noise in
the neighbourhood has ceased。
An avenue bordered by very high columns； of which the capitals are in
the form of the full…blown flowers of the papyrus； leads me to a place
shut in and almost terrible； where is massed an assembly of colossi。
Two； who； if they were standing； would be quite ten yards in height；
are seated on thrones on either side of the entrance。 The others；
ranged on the three sides of the courtyard； stand upright behind
colonnades； but look as if they were about to issue thence and to
stride rapidly towards me。 Some broken and battered； have lost their
faces and preserve only their intimidating attitude。 Those that remain
intactwhite faces beneath their Sphinx's headgearopen their eyes
wide and smile。
This was formerly the principal entrance； and the office of these
colossi was to welcome the multitudes。 But now the gates of honour
flanked by obelisks of red granite； are obstructed by a litter of
enormous ruins。 And the courtyard has become a place voluntarily
closed； where nothing of the outside world is any longer to be seen。
In moments of silence； one can abstract oneself from all the
neighbouring modern things； and forget the hour； the day； the century
even； in the midst of these gigantic figures； whose smile disdains the
flight of ages。 The granites within which we are immuredand in such
terrible companyshut out everything save the point of an old
neighbouring minaret which shows now against the blue of the sky： a
humble graft of Islam which grew here amongst the ruins some centuries
ago； when the ruins themselves had already subsisted for three
thousand yearsa little mosque built on a mass of debris； which it
new protects with its inviolability。 How many treasures and relics and
documents are hidden and guarded by this mosque of the peristyle！ For
none would dare to dig in the ground within its sacred walls。
Gradually the silence of the temple becomes profound。 And if the
shortened shadows betray the hour of noon； there is nothing to tell to
what millennium that hour belongs。 The silences and middays like to
this； which have passed before the eyes of these giants ambushed in
their colonnadeswho could count them？
High above us； lost in the incandescent blue； soar the birds of prey
and they were there in the times of the Pharaohs； displaying in the
air identical plumages； uttering the same cries。 The beasts and
plants； in the course of time； have varied less than men； and remain
unchanged in the smallest details。
Each of the colossi around mestanding there proudly with one leg
advanced as if for a march； heavy and sure； which nothing should
withstandgrasps passionately in his clenched fist； at the end of the
muscular arm； a kind of buckled cross； which in Egypt was the symbol
of eternal life。 And this is what the decision of their movement
symbolises： confident all of them in this poor bauble which they hold
in their hand； they cross with a triumphant step the threshold of
death。 。 。 。 〃Eternal Life〃the thought of immortalityhow the human
soul has been obsessed by it； particularly in the periods marked by
its greatest strivings！ The tame submission to the belief that the
rottenness of the grave is the end of all is characteristic of ages of
decadence and mediocrity。
The three similar giants； little damaged in the course of their long
existence； who align the eastern side of this courtyard strewn with
blocks； represent； as indeed do all the others； that same Ramses II。；
whose effigy was multiplied so extravagantly at Thebes and Memphis。
But these three have preserved a powerful and impetuous life。 They
might have been carved and polished yesterday。 Between the monstrous
reddish pillars； they look like white apparitions issuing from their
embrasure of columns and advancing together like soldiers at
manoeuvres。 The sun at this moment falls perpendicularly on their
heads and strange headgear； details their everlasting smile； and then
sheds itself on their shoulders and their naked torso； exaggerating
their athletic muscles。 Each holding in his hand the symbolical cross；
the three giants rush forward with a formidable stride； heads raised；
smiling； in a radiant march into eternity。
Oh！ this midday sun； that now pours down upon the white faces of these
giants； and displaces ever so slowly the shadows cast upon their
breasts by their chins and Osiridean beards。 To think how often in the
midst of this same silence； this same ray has fallen thus； fallen from
the same changeless sky； to occupy itself in this same tranquil play！
Yes； I think that the fogs and rains of our winters； upon these
stupendous ruins； would be less sad and less terrible than the calm of
this eternal sunshine。
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Suddenly a ridiculous noise begins to make the air tremble； the
dynamos of the Agencies have been put in motion； and ladies in green
spectacles arrive； a charming throng； with guidebooks and cameras。 The
tourists； in short； are come out of their hotels； at the same hour as
the flies awake。 And the midday peace of Luxor has come to an end。
CHAPTER XIV
A TWENTIETH…CENTURY EVENING AT THEBES
An impalpable dust floats in a sky which scarcely ever knows a cloud；
a dust so impalpable that； even while it powders the heavens with
gold； it leaves them their infinite transparency。 It is a dust of
remote ages； of things destroyed； a dust that is here continuallyof
which the gold at this moment fades to green at the zenith； but flames
and glistens in the west； for it is now that magnificent hour which
marks the end of the day's decline； and the still burning globe of the
sun； quite low down in the heaven； begins to light up on all sides the
conflagration of the evening。
This setting sun illumines with splendour a silent chaos of granite；
which is not that of the slipping of mountains； but that of ruins。 And
of such ruins as； to our eyes unaccustomed hereditarily to proportions
so gigantic； seem superhuman。 In places； huge masses of carven stone
pylonsstill stand upright； rising like hills。 Others are crumbling
in all directions in bewildering cataracts of stone。 It is difficult
to conceive how these things； so massive that they might have seemed
eternal； could come to suffer such an