Men were as well treated as women by this art fostered by persons of
small means. Scribes of subordinate rank, old retired officers, retail
merchants, or men at the head of small industrial concerns, all of
whom swarmed in the poorer quarters, felt as strongly as their wives,
in default of the stone statue, the need of acquiring a wooden image
which would show what they had been like in their lifetime. There
were as many artists as they wished to model them in the attitude
they preferred, in their everyday costume or in that of fête-days,
bearing and likeness guaranteed. Those found in the tombs in the early
years of the nineteenth century form a veritable gallery, most varied
and curious, of the different types prevailing from the thirteenth
to the ninth century B.C. in Thebes and its environs among the lower
middle-class.[87] Some had been soldiers, and wear the light petticoat
bulging at the waist of the Egyptian foot-soldier; others had spent
their lives scribbling in a Government office; the greater number
belonged to one of the funerary professions, guardians of mummies,
decorators of hypogeums, hewers of tombs, sacristans or priests of a
low order employed in the minor offices of burials or commemorative
rites. They proudly exhibit their insignia: they carry long staves
crowned with sacred emblems--the human head of Hathor, the hawk’s
beak of Horus--and everything in their attitude betrays the pride and
satisfaction of knowing themselves so fine and so important. Their
bearing reveals what the inscriptions usually placed on the pedestal
of their statuettes confirm: “It is I, Khâbokhni, the Servant of the
‘True’ Place,” he who poured the libations, or who, at the canonical
hours, distributed a portion of bread, flowers, and fruits to each
of the dead entrusted to his care. The Egyptians were admirable in
observation and full of satirical humour: I would not swear that, in
impressing this character of naïve vanity on their works, the sculptors
were not yielding to the temptation of discreetly amusing themselves at
the expense of their sitters.
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