O brother, husband, friend, thy desire to drink and to eat hath not ceased, [therefore] be drunken, enjoy the love of women, make holiday. Follow thy desire by night and by day. Put not care within thine heart. Lo! are not these the years of thy life upon earth? For as for Amenti, it is a land of slumber and of heavy darkness, a resting-place for those who have passed within it. Each sleepeth [there] in his own form; they never more awake to see their fellows, they behold not their fathers nor their mothers, their heart is careless of their wives and children. The water of life with which every mouth is moistened is corruption to me, the water that is by me corrupteth me; I know not what to do[231] since I came into this valley. Give me running water; say to me: "Water shall not cease to be brought to thee." Turn my face to the north wind upon the edge of the water. Verily thus shall my heart be cooled, refreshed from its pain.[232] Verily I think on him whose name is "Come!" All who are called of him come to him instantly, their hearts terrified with fear of him. There is none whom he regardeth among gods or men; with him the great are as the small. His hand cannot be held back from aught that he desireth; he snatcheth the child from its mother, as well as the aged who are continually meeting him on his way. All men fear and pray before him, but he heedeth them not. None cometh to gaze on him in wonder; he hearkeneth not unto them who adore him. He is not seen[233] that propitiatory offerings of any kind should be made to him. Translation of F. Ll. Griffith. FROM A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A MAN AND HIS SOUL [The following is found on a papyrus of the XIIth Dynasty, preserved at Berlin. After some obscure arguments the man apparently admits that the present life is full of dissatisfaction, and proceeds.] Death is ever before me [?] like the healing of a sick man, or like a rise in life after a fall. Death is ever before me like the smell of frankincense, or like sitting under an awning on a day of cool breeze.[234] Death is ever before me like the scent of lotuses, like sitting on the bank of the Land of Intoxication.[235] Death is ever before me like a road watered [?], or as when a man cometh from a campaign to his home. Death is ever before me like the unveiling of the sky, or as when a man attaineth to unexpected fortune. Death is ever before me like as a man desireth to see his house when he hath spent many years in pulling [the oars?].[236] Verily he that is therein is as a living god punishing the error of the evil-doer. Verily he that is therein standeth in the boat of Ra and causeth choice viands to be given thence to the temples.[237] Verily he that is therein is as a wizard; he is not prevented from complaining to Ra even as he would speak.