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Identifier: egyptlamortdephi00lotirich (find matches)
Title: Egypt (La Mort de Philae)
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Loti, Pierre, 1850-1923 Baines, W. P. (William Peter), b. 1878
Subjects: Egypt -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : Duffield
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ople, in spite, too, of thewintry sky, the scene which presents itself onarrival there is ravishing. A very fairyland—but a fairyland quite dif-ferent from that of Stamboul. For whereas thelatter is ranged like a great amphitheatre abovethe Bosphorus and the Sea of Marmora, herethe vast town is spread out simply, in a plainsurrounded by the solitude of the desert anddominated by chaotic rocks. Thousands ofminarets rise up on every side like ears of cornin a field ; far away in the distance one can seetheir innumerable slender points—but insteadof being simply, as at Stamboul, au many whitespires, they are here complicated by arabesques,by galleries, clock-towers and little colunms,and seem to have borrowed the reddish colourof the desert. The fiat roofs tell of a region which formerlywas without rain. The innumerable palm-treesof the gardens, above this ocean of mosques andhouses, sway their plumes in the wind, be-wildered as it were by these clouds laden with A VIEW OF THE QTADEL
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The Passing of Cairo 23 cold showers. In the south and in the west,at the extreme hmits of the view, as if uponthe misty horizon of the plains, appear twogigantic triangles. They are Gizeh andMemphis—the eternal pyramids. At the north of the town there is a cornerof the desert quite singular in its character—of the colour of bistre and of mummy—wherea whole colony of high cupolas, scattered atrandom, still stand upright in the midst of sandand desolate rocks. It is the proud cemetery ofthe Mameluke Sultans, whose day was done inthe Middle Ages. But if one looks closely, what disorder, whata mass of ruins there are in this town—stilla little fairylike—beaten this evening by thesqualls of winter. The domes, the holy tombs,the minarets and terraces, all are crumbling :the hand of death is upon them all. But downthere, in the far distance, near to that silverstreak which meanders through the plains, andwhich is the old Nile, the advent of new timesis proclaimed by the chimneys o

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