The Literature of the Ancient EgyptiansBudge, E. A. Wallis (Ernest Alfred Wallis), Sir
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The Literature of the Ancient Egyptians
Budge, E. A. Wallis (Ernest Alfred Wallis), Sir
Egyptian literature -- History and criticism; Egyptian literature -- Translations into English
Egyptian in all ages, "Follow after the day of happiness, and banish
care," that is to say, spare no pains in making thyself happy at all
times, and let nothing that concerns the present or the future trouble
thee.
This advice, which is well expressed by the words which the rich man
spake to his soul, "Take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry" (St. Luke
xii. 19), was not acceptable to the man who was tired of life, and he at
once addressed to his soul a series of remarks, couched in rhythmical
language, in which he made it clear that, so far as he was concerned,
death would be preferable to life. He begins by saying that his name is
more detested than the smell of birds on a summer's day when the heavens
are hot, and the smell of a handler of fish newly caught when the
heavens are hot, and the smell of water-fowl in a bed of willows wherein
geese collect, and the smell of fishermen in the marshes where fishing
hath been carried on, and the stench of crocodiles, and the place where
crocodiles do congregate. In a second group of rhythmical passages the
man who was tired of life goes on to describe the unsatisfactory and
corrupt condition of society, and his wholesale condemnation of it
includes his own kinsfolk. Each passage begins with the words, "Unto
whom do I speak this day?" and he says, "Brothers are bad, and the
friends of to-day lack love. Hearts are shameless, and every man seizeth
the goods of his neighbour. The meek man goeth to ground (_i.e._ is
destroyed), and the audacious man maketh his way into all places. The
man of gracious countenance is wretched, and the good are everywhere
treated as contemptible. When a man stirreth thee up to wrath by his
wickedness, his evil acts make all people laugh. One robbeth, and
everyone stealeth the possessions of his neighbour. Disease is
continual, and the brother who is with it becometh an enemy. One
remembereth not yesterday, and one doeth nothing ... in this hour.
Brothers are bad.... Faces disappear, and each hath a worse aspect than
that of his brother. Hearts are shameless, and the man upon whom one
leaneth hath no heart. There are no righteous men left, the earth is an
example of those who do evil. There is no true man left, and each is
ignorant of what he hath learnt. No man is content with what he hath; go
with the man [you believe to be contented], and he is not [to be found].
I am heavily laden with misery, and I have no true friend. Evil hath
smitten the land, and there is no end to it."
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