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The man who polished these little tales was a friend of C. I realize now that the vocabulary of this volume was probably suitable for children, but it did not detract from my enjoyment as an adult reader.
He blends history and myth to make both clearer for the reader. I have always found the Ancient Egyptians to be fascinating—this volume merely reinforced my obsession.
View all 3 comments. So, Roger Lancelyn Green was in The Inklings. Who knew? The Inklings , right? That literary group C.
Lewis and J. Tolkien were in? With a bunch of other people everybody forgets? Well, Roger Lancelyn Green was in it - at least according to the "Author File" in the back of the Puffin book.
And Wikipedia Of course, a little more internet sleuthing said he wasn't a member , but rather someone who was friends with other Inklings, and occasionally attended their meetings.
Also, he was the So, Roger Lancelyn Green was in The Inklings. Also, he was the first one to read the Narnia series. And give it the name "The Chronicles of Narnia.
Dang it, sounds like a member to me. I've taught Ancient Egypt to middle school students for years now - along with Ancient Mesopotamia, The Ancient Indus, Ancient China You know, the big ones.
But there's so little time, we can't really delve into it. So: pyramids, mummies, Nile, pharaohs, hieroglyphs and we're out.
Think like Egyptians to understand their habits and their feelings. Talk with them and ask them to get more memories about their tales.
It's amazing when you imagine yourself back with all ancient buildings to be a part of this history. Every street has special characters maybe Coptic or Islamic features or Renaissance like Paris.
The most beautiful thing the traditional cafes and sitting near to the Nile at the night. Cairo became the capital for revolutions. But it's a wonderful when you deal with people there because many people so kind but take care there are many Fraudsters especially with tourists.
Monday, 5 January The snake. Even now i still remember this snake and i can't forget that. Sunday, 4 January The incantation.
It's easy to ask Jinn to appear for you through many incantations but it's too hard to expel it again and if you don't be strong to control it sure this Jinn will hurt you with aggressive way.
Saturday, 3 January Imaginations. Just share me and imagine an image that includes the sea, the small fishing boat and a fishing net, you sit beside the sea on the beach alone, and you listen to those stories and tales among the sea, the boat and fishing net, just tales of strange things in the sea like Mermaid, which sits on a rock to sing during combing her hair or tales about the fishermen during the dark nights when they hear screams from the ghosts which live in the sinking ships or a fish has jewels in its abdomen from a sinking ship as the most beautiful stories and tales of the sea.
The second floor. In the next night i decided to spend my night in this flat but i didn't sleep and i decided to go to the bath but i felt something walks behind my back but i didn't see anything.
I continued my walking but my feeling with something behind me i stopped to be more concentration maybe i can pick up something i felt this thing stopped behind me and i felt my hair became erected.
In this moment i felt with her when i touched these old spots of her blood. I felt with her soul fly around me and i touched her sadness and her pains.
She was not happy to her soul very sad because she left her daughter alone with her husband who married another woman and she feels with her daughter is not happy for that.
The red spots. Really i asked many person who lived near to the railway from long time when there is no lights in the streets and many people watched something like that.
Friday, 2 January The strange person. So my feeling about my grandfather like a box of secrets and he kept with many secrets even his death to die with him.
Qarun lake. Many treasure hunters searched about any sign to give them the hope to discover this great treasure but till now there is no new about that.
Thursday, 1 January Another secrets. When i think about Pharaonic civilization and when i meditate it i feel there is a certain relationship between this civilization and ambiguity.
When I look to all these temples and read the history I feel we have many tales happened among theses columns and walls. The history about this civilization for long time over seven thousands year.
But they were relating to the life after death and when any king start his verdict he start to built his tomb too to write his history to keep with it when he cross the river between the life and the death.
I remember the Pharaonic were living in buildings over six floors and the streets among theses buildings were lighting by lanterns even in the day.
Everyday the historians discover more secrets about the mummies and their stories. Another secret too why the great Pyramid has small openings with long passer ended by door has iron handle.
What is the secret about this carving which look like plane which found in the Great Pyramid. This civilization based on Astronomy and great progression in many kinds of sciences such as medicine and Engineering even now we haven't explanations about it's secrets.
In the floral, dim-lighted arbors many romantic couples 98 shrank from the peeping moon; but quiet and a hushful sense of peace ruled there beneath the stars more in harmony with my mood.
One corner of the gardens, in particular, seemed to be quite deserted, and it was the most picturesque spot of all. It was like some gorgeous illustration to a poem by Hafiz, only lacking the figure at the window.
And as I stood, enchanted, before the picture, the central panels of the window were thrown open, and, as if conjured up by my imagination, a woman appeared, looking out into the gardens—an Oriental woman, robed in shimmering, moon-kissed white, and wearing a white yashmak.
Her arms and fingers were laden with glittering jewels. I almost held my breath, drawing back into the sheltering shadow, for I had not hitherto suspected myself of being a sorcerer.
For perhaps a minute, or less, she stood looking out, then the window closed, and the white phantom disappeared. Recollecting, in the nick of time, an engagement to dance with Lady Collis, I hurried back to the ball-room.
On its very threshold I encountered 99 Chundermeyer. I could see his spectacles glittering through the veil of his ridiculous costume, and even before he spoke I detected about him an aura of tragedy.
I have been robbed! As for Chundermeyer the effect upon him of her sudden appearance was positively magical.
He stared through his veil as though her charming figure had been that of some hideous phantom. Then slowly, as if he dreaded to find her intangible, he extended one hand and touched her rope of pearls.
The three of us entered the palm-screened alcove, Chundermeyer leading. He stood immediately under a lamp suspended by brass chains from the roof.
Her hands trembling, Daphne Collis took off the costly ornament and placed it in the hands of the greatly perturbed expert. Chundermeyer ran the pearls through his fingers, then lifted the largest of the set towards the light and scrutinized it closely.
Suddenly he dropped his arms, and extended the necklace upon one open palm. Daphne Collis snatched the pearls and stared at them dazedly.
Her pretty face was now quite colorless. Chundermeyer sank upon the cushions of the settee, tossing the casket upon a little coffee table.
Kernaby, I wonder if you would be so kind as to find Inspector Carlisle, and ask a waiter to bring me some cognac. Desiring to avoid a panic, I walked quietly into the ball-room and took stock of the dancers, for a waltz was in progress.
The inspector I could not see, but Sir Bertram I observed at the further end of the floor, dancing with Mrs. Van Heysten, the Chicago lady whom I had warned to keep a close watch upon her diamonds.
A few words sufficed in which to inform them of the catastrophe, and, pointing out the alcove wherein I had left Chundermeyer and Lady Collis, I set off in search of Inspector Carlisle.
Ten minutes later, having visited every likely spot, I came to the conclusion that he was not in the hotel, and with M. Balabas I returned to the alcove adjoining the ball-room.
The first sight to greet me upon entering the little palm-shaded alcove was that of Mrs. Van Heysten in tears. She had discovered herself to be wearing a very indifferent duplicate of her famous diamond tiara.
I had had the scarab set in a revolving bezel, and habitually wore it with its beetle uppermost and the cartouche concealed. As I glanced down at the ring, Chundermeyer stretched out his hand and detached it from my finger.
Approaching the light, he turned the bezel. The flat part of the scarab was quite blank, bearing no inscription whatever. Never can I forget the scene in that crowded little room—poor M.
Balabas still volubly protesting, the unfortunate Veiled Prophet made his way from the alcove. I cannot say if the inspiration came as the result of a sort of auto-hypnosis induced by staring at the worthless ring in my hand—the stone was not even real lapis-lazuli—but a theory regarding the manner in which these ingenious substitutions had been effected suddenly entered my mind.
I received no invitation to enter, and the door was locked. I sought M. Balabas; and, without confiding to him the theory upon which I was acting, I urged the desirability of gaining access to the apartment.
As a result, a master key was procured, and we entered. At the first glance the room seemed to be empty, though it showed evidence of having recently been occupied, for it was in the utmost disorder.
Perhaps we should have quitted it unenlightened, if I had not detected the sound of a faint groan proceeding from the closed wardrobe.
Stepping across the room, I opened the double doors, and out into my arms fell a limp figure, bound hand and foot, and having a bath-towel secured tightly around the head to act as a gag.
It was Mr. I think, as I helped to unfasten him, I was the most surprised man in the land of Egypt. He was arrayed only in a bath-robe and slippers, and his bare wrists and ankles were cruelly galled by the cords which had bound him.
For some minutes he was unable to utter a word, and when at last he achieved speech, his first utterance constituted a verbal thunderbolt.
You understand, Mr. It is not Mr. My own ideas were almost equally chaotic; for although, as I now recalled, I had never throughout the evening obtained a thoroughly good view of the features of the Veiled Prophet, I could have sworn to the voice, to the carriage, to the manner of Mr.
Inspector Carlisle, fully dressed, and still wearing a soft felt hat, as though he had but just come in, lay on the floor, unconscious, with the greater part of a cigar, which examination showed to be drugged, close beside him.
His frequent and mysterious appearances in my private apartments did not surprise me in the least, and I had even ceased to wonder how he accomplished them; but—.
Its branches would afford concealment, however; and one watching there could see what would be hidden from one on this balcony. I request you, Kernaby Pasha, to approach that lebbekh tree from the further side of the fountain, in order to remain invisible from the hotel.
Climb to one of the lower branches, and closely watch four windows. Now, my state of mystification grew even denser.
For the windows specified were, in the order of mention, that of Inspector Carlisle, who had not yet recovered consciousness; of Mr. Chundermeyer; of Major Redpath, a retired Anglo-Indian who had been confined to his room for some time with an attack of malaria; and of M.
Balabas, the manager. Have the collar of your dinner jacket turned up in order to betray as little whiteness as possible. Did he suspect one of these four persons of being the notorious Omar?
Or had his mysterious instructions some other significance? The problem defied me; and, recognizing that I was hopelessly at sea, I abandoned useless conjecture and merely watched.
Nor was my vigil a long one. I covered the gleaming gold of my watch-case with my hand, and gave the signal— three.
The spirit of phantasy embraced me; and, unmoved to further surprise, I watched the unknown swarm down the ladder with the agility of an ape.
He seemed to wear a robe, surely that of the Veiled Prophet! He gained the balcony and entered the room.
Four seconds elapsed; he reappeared, unfurled a greater length of ladder, and came down to the flower-beds.
I scrambled down from the acacia and ran to the spot immediately below the window, arriving at the very moment that the central lattice was thrown open, and a white-veiled figure appeared there and prepared to spring down!
Perceiving my approach:. Ere I could frame any reply, she clutched at the palm tree and dropped down right into my extended arms, as a crashing of overturned furniture came from the room above.
Gaining my objective, I stumbled into a room which presented a scene of the wildest disorder. It was a large apartment, well but sparsely furnished in the Eastern manner, and lighted by three hanging lamps.
It was a rebuke, perhaps a merited one; and I accepted it in silence. The trap succeeded. Someone had begun to bang upon the bolted door, and there was an excited crowd beneath the window.
Balabas, as well as Mr. Chundermeyer and the English detective? It was not so. But I regarded the room of M. I will confess that until less than an hour ago I did not know if Inspector Carlisle was really an inspector!
Major Redpath was in deep slumber, and Omar had entered and quitted his room without disturbing him. I did likewise, and visited Mr.
Chundermeyer gagged and bound in his wardrobe! I saw his bruised wrists! I cut him down and left him for dead. Oblige me by opening the door, Kernaby Pasha.
I obeyed, and an excited throng burst in, headed by M. Balabas and Inspector Carlisle, the latter looking very pale and haggard!
I cabled Madras to-day, and the real Chundermeyer arrived at Amsterdam last Friday! As I returned with the reply cable in my pocket to-night I became so dizzy I was only just able to get to my room.
Where is he? Pursue him, somebody! Are ye all mad? He is gone—but empty-handed. From beneath his black gibbeh he took out a leather bag, opened it, and displayed to our startled eyes the tiara of Mrs.
Van Heysten, the rope of pearls, and—my Hatshepsu scarab! In his story Beyond the Pale , Rudyard Kipling has trounced the man who inquires too deeply into native life; but if everybody thought with Kipling we should never have had a Lane or a Burton and I should have continued in unbroken scepticism regarding the reality of magic.
Whereas, because of the matters which I am about to set forth, for ten minutes of my life I found myself a trembling slave of the unknown.
Let me explain at once that my undignified masquerade was not prompted by mere curiosity or the quest of the pomegranate, it was undertaken as the natural sequel to a letter received from Messrs.
Moses, Murphy and Co. It appears to consist in the blending of certain obscure essential oils and gum-resins; and the nature of some of these has defied analysis to date.
Over a hundred experiments have been made to discover substitutes for the missing essences, but without success; and as we are now in a position to arrange for the manufacture of Oriental perfume on an extensive scale we should be prepared to make it well worth your while the last four words characteristically underlined in red ink if you could obtain for us a correct copy of the original prescription.
I pondered deeply over these matters. The scheme was a good one and could not fail to reap considerable profits; for, given extensive advertising, there is always a large and monied public for a new smell.
The particular blend of liquid fragrance to which the letter referred was assured of a good sale at a high price, not alone in Egypt, but throughout the capitals of the world, provided it could be put upon the market; but the proposition of manufacture was beset with extraordinary difficulties.
But although he had assured me and I did not doubt his word that not one grain had hitherto passed out of the possession of the family, I had succeeded in procuring a small quantity of the precious fluid.
Without supposing that the call referred to myself, I glanced up, and met the gaze of an old Egyptian of respectable appearance who was regarding me from above.
Shading his eyes with a gnarled hand —. I sometimes suffer from an old serpent bite, my son, and this morning it has obliged me to abstain from all movement.
Now, it was written that you should arrive at this timely hour. I considered it highly probable that it was also written how I should shortly depart if this garrulous old man continued to inflict upon me details of his absurd career.
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The animation is not always bad, but it is inconsistent and there are lots of notable goofs, like some slaves disappearing in the background or mistakes with Rameses' hands.
The movements of the crowds were hard to believe and looked too false. The characters in general were personality-thin, with the exception of Moses, but even him has his flatness.
The story, while very faithful to the Bible, has inconsistencies and in general lacks emotion. In example of the inconsistencies, Moses tells Jethro that he is an Israelite, but he didn't know about Jacob a.
The narrative felts rushed in some situations, because they cut quickly in some bits, like when Moses sees the "burning" bush. In the emotion part, there are moments of drama, like when Moses asks God why does God kill the babies, because Moses feels that Egyptian moms care for their sons like the Hebrew moms, but in general, you hardly care for the characters and for the plot.
What saves the film is the music. The singing kind of feels different from the voice acting, but is alright. Posted by Unknown at No comments: Email This BlogThis!
Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest. Saturday, 31 January The great Masjid. In North Delta in Egypt there is ancient town called Desouk near to the Nile.
There is a great Masjid which contain the remains of a great sheik Sufi called Ibrahim Dessouki due proportion to the Prophet Mohammed and held a celebration every year on the occasion of His birth.
This great Sheikh lived between and AD during the reign of King Baybars and he has thousands of followers in many countries still now they visit his tomb inside the Grand Masjid to pray in this Masjid and ask him to help them.
This great Sheikh has a lot of miracles despite of many historians doubt about that and they talked about he was great Sheikh Sufi without any miracles but I will talk about it like tales about this great Sheikh.
The first miracle happened when the crocodile ate small child from the beach where in this time the crocodiles were living in the Nile so the mother ran to the great Sheikh to ask him and help her to recover her son again.
The great Sheikh sent his follower to the Nile to call this crocodile to go with him to the great Sheikh. Actually the crocodile came out from the Nile and walk beside this follower till arrive to the great Sheikh and when he saw the crocodile he ordered this crocodile to get rid of the child from its abdomen.
Some people said the child was alive and some people said the child was dead. The great Sheikh ordered this crocodile to die now and this occurred in front of many followers for him.
Who were the craftsmen? Death was the most important stage that announced what ones life was like. A family called Kha and Meryt are followed in their stages of life and death.
Episode 8 - When the Egyptians Sailed on the Red Sea - Finding proofs that Hatshepsut had vessels sail to the land of Punt for goods.
Cheryl Ward must now find proofs. Where was Land of Punt? Cheryl enlists the aid of Tom Vossmer, maritime archaeologist, to help prove that ships seen in the bar-relief at Luxor could have sailed.
Although the content is well produced and the locations are often different than the usual Egyptian documentary fare, the quackademic party line of hard-core Egyptology dogma is firmly and disappointingly embraced.
I suspect that Discovery channel, National Geo and other mainstream production organs must tout the politically correct historical line in order to gain permission to film in Egypt.
I am so weary of being told by smug-faced and ignorant narrative actors the same misconceptions and false theories even mainstream archaeologists now recognize the deep holes in conventional Egyptology dogma and acknowledge that much of the older historical views are hogwash, such as the great pyramid being a tomb, or the Sphinx being built only years ago, and many other incorrect proclamations.
I couldn't finish the series. Such a beautiful documentary! I see some reviewers question the legitimacy of the facts but with years of study behind me I really can't see their issues.
The primary beauty of this documentary is state-of-the-art cinematography. Just wonderful. Love the artifacts and getting to know the people who cherished them.
Great story-telling! Very nicely produced. I enjoyed it immensely! It is neat to imagine who lived with these artifacts and what was important to them.
I am not sure how the rescue of the mummy of Ramses the Second from the mold destroying it by subjecting it to gamma rays in the s aroused so much ire from certain experts here, but overall, I found this series very interesting and informative.