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bouquets of aerial palms。 To…day it has no longer a base； its columns
rise separately from this kind of suspended lake。 It looks as if it
had been constructed in the water for the purpose of some royal
naumachy。 We enter with our boata strange port indeed； in its
ancient grandeur； a port of a nameless melancholy； particularly at
this yellow hour of the closing twilight； and under these icy winds
that come to us mercilessly from the neighbouring deserts。 And yet how
adorable it is； this kiosk of Philae； in this the abandonment that
precedes its downfall！ Its columns placed； as it were； upon something
unstable； become thereby more slender； seem to raise higher still the
stone foliage of their capitals。 A veritable kiosk of dreamland now；
which one feels is about to disappear for ever under these waters
which will subside no more！
And now； for another few moments； it grows quite light again； and
tints of a warmer copper reappear in the sky。 Often in Egypt when the
sun has set and you think the light is gone； this furtive recoloration
of the air comes thus to surprise you； before the darkness finally
descends。 The reddish tints seem to return to the slender shafts that
surround us； and also； beyond； to the temple of the goddess； standing
there like a sheer rock in the middle of this little sea； which the
wind covers with foam。
On leaving the kiosk our boaton this deep usurping water； among the
submerged palm…treesmakes a detour in order to lead us to the temple
by the road which the pilgrims of olden times used to travel on foot
by that way which； a little while ago； was still magnificent； bordered
with colonnades and statues。 But now the road is entirely submerged；
and will never be seen again。 Between its double row of columns the
water lifts us to the height of the capitals； which alone emerge and
which we could touch with our hands。 It seems like some journey of the
end of time； in a kind of deserted Venice； which is about to topple
over； to sink and be forgotten。
We arrive at the temple。 Above our heads rise the enormous pylons；
ornamented with figures in bas…relief： an Isis who stretches out her
arms as if she were making signs to us； and numerous other divinities
gesticulating mysteriously。 The door which opens in the thickness of
these walls is low； besides being half flooded； and gives on to depths
already in darkness。 We row on and enter the sanctuary； and as soon as
one boat has crossed the sacred threshold the boatmen stop their song
and suddenly give voice to the new cry that has been taught them for
the benefit of the tourists： 〃Hip！ Hip！ Hip！ Hurrah！〃 Coming at this
moment； when； with heart oppressed by all the utilitarian vandalism
that surrounds us； we were entering the sanctuary； what an effect of
gross and imbecile profanation this bellowing of English joy produces！
The boatmen know； moreover； that they have been displaced； that their
day has gone for ever； perhaps even； in the depths of their Nubian
souls； they understand us； for all that we have imposed silence on
them。 The darkness increases within； although the place is open to the
sky； and the icy wind blows more mournfully than it did outside。 A
penetrating humiditya humidity altogether unknown in this country
before the inundationchills us to the bone。 We are now in that part
of the temple which was left uncovered； the part where the faithful
used to kneel。 The sonority of the granites round about exaggerates
the noise of the oars on the enclosed water； and there is something
confusing in the thought that we are rowing and floating between the
walls where formerly； and for centuries； men were used to prostrate
themselves with their foreheads on the stones。
And now it is quite dark； the hour grows late。 We have to bring the
boat close to the walls to distinguish the hieroglyphs and rigid gods
which are engraved there as finely as by the burin。 These walls；
washed for nearly four years by the inundation； have already taken on
at the base that sad blackish colour which may be seen on the old
Venetian palaces。
Halt and silence。 It is dark and cold。 The oars no longer move； and we
hear only the sighing of the wind and the lapping of the water against
the columns and the bas…reliefsand then suddenly there comes the
noise of a heavy body falling； followed by endless eddies。 A great
carved stone has plunged； at its due hour； to rejoin in the black
chaos below its fellows that have already disappeared； to rejoin the
submerged temples and old Coptic churches； and the town of the first
Christian centuriesall that was once the Isle of Philae； the 〃pearl
of Egypt；〃 one of the marvels of the world。
The darkness is now extreme and we can see no longer。 Let us go and
shelter； no matter where； to await the moon。 At the end of this
uncovered hall there opens a door which gives on to deep night。 It is
the holy of holies； heavily roofed with granite； the highest part of
the temple； the only part which the waters have not yet reached； and
there we are able to put foot to earth。 Our footsteps resound noisily
on the large resonant flags； and the owls take to flight。 Profound
darkness； the wind and the dampness freeze us。 Three hours to go
before the rising of the moon； to wait in this place would be our
death。 Rather let us return to Chelal； and shelter ourselves in any
lodging that offers； however wretched it may be。
*****
A tavern of the horrible village in the light of an electric lamp。 It
reeks of absinthe； this desert tavern； in which we warm ourselves at a
little smoking fire。 It has been hastily built of old tin boxes； of
the debris of whisky cases； and by way of mural decoration the
landlord； an ignorant Maltese； has pasted everywhere pictures cut from
our European pornographic newspapers。 During our hours of waiting；
Nubians and Arabians follow one another hither； asking for drink； and
are supplied with brimming glassfuls of our alcoholic beverages。 They
are the workers in the new factories who were formerly healthy beings；
living in the open air。 But now their faces are stained with coal
dust； and their haggard eyes look unhappy and ill。
*****
The rising of the moon is fortunately at hand。 Once more in our boat
we make our way slowly towards the sad rock which to…day is Philae。
The wind has fallen with the night； as happens almost invariably in
this country in winter； and the lake is calm。 To the mournful yellow
sky has succeeded one that is blue…black； infinitely distant； where
the stars of Egypt scintillate in myriads。
A great glimmering light shows now in the east and at length the full
moon rises； not blood…coloured as in our climates but straightway very
luminous； and surrounded by an aureole of a kind of mist； caused by
the eternal dust of the sands。 And when we return to the baseless
kiosklulled always by the Nubian song of the boatmena great disc
is already illuminating everything with a gentle splendour。 As our
little boat winds in and out； we see the great ruddy disc passing and
repassing between the high columns； so striking in their archaism；
whose images are repeated in the water； that is now grown calmmore
than ever a kiosk of dreamland； a kiosk of old…world magic。
In returning to the temple of the goddess； we follow for a second time
the submerged road between the capitals and friezes of the colonnade
which emerge like a row of little reefs。
In the uncovered hall which forms the entrance to the temple； it is
still dark between the sovereign granites。 Let us moor our boat
against one of the walls and await the good pleasure of the moon。 As
soon as she shall have risen high enough to cast her light here； we
shall see clearly。
It begins by a rosy glimmer on the summit of the pylons； and then
takes the form of a luminous triangle； very clearly defined； which
grows gradually larger on the immense wall。 Little by little it
descends towards the base of