Egypt -- History -- 332-30 B.C. -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
The more dazzlingly brilliant the smooth, yellow sandstone walls of the
temple appear in the light of the morning sun, the more squalid and mean
do the dingy houses look as they crouch in the outskirts. When the winds
blow round them and the hot sunbeams fall upon them, the dust rises
from them in clouds as from a dry path swept by the gale. Even the rooms
inside are never plastered, and as the bricks are of dried Nile-mud
mixed with chopped straw, of which the sharp little ends stick out from
the wall in every direction, the surface is as disagreeable to touch as
it is unpleasing to look at. When they were first built on the ground
between the temple itself and the wall which encloses the precincts, and
which, on the eastern side, divides the acacia-grove of Serapis in half,
they were concealed from the votaries visiting the temple by the back
wall of a colonnade on the eastern side of the great forecourt; but a
portion of this colonnade has now fallen down, and through the breach,
part of these modest structures are plainly visible with their doors
and windows opening towards the sanctuary--or, to speak more accurately,
certain rudely constructed openings for looking out of or for entering
by. Where there is a door there is no window, and where a gap in
the wall serves for a window, a door is dispensed with; none of the
chambers, however, of this long row of low one-storied buildings
communicate with each other.
A narrow and well-trodden path leads through the breach in the wall; the
pebbles are thickly strewn with brown dust, and the footway leads past
quantities of blocks of stone and portions of columns destined for the
construction of a new building which seems only to have been intermitted
the night before, for mallets and levers lie on and near the various
materials. This path leads directly to the little brick houses, and ends
at a small closed wooden door so roughly joined and so ill-hung that
between it and the threshold, which is only raised a few inches above
the ground, a fine gray cat contrives to squeeze herself through by
putting down her head and rubbing through the dust. As soon as she
finds herself once more erect on her four legs she proceeds to clean and
smooth her ruffled fur, putting up her back, and glancing with gleaming
eyes at the house she has just left, behind which at this moment the sun
is rising; blinded by its bright rays she turns away and goes on with
cautious and silent tread into the court of the temple.
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