ÒI look up at the Sphinx and ponder over the enigma it bears. Suddenly, I fear all the mystery that floods in and overwhelms me. I stand up and walk to the horse that awaits me. The cold wind blows from the desert, and the silence of the night sets in. I hear the hoarse barking of a desert jackal and see bats flying by like shadows.
Clouds of perfume engulf me as I approach the bridge over the Nile. The marvelous Giza gardens of acacias and orange trees are in full bloom. I watch the canoes in the Nile rocking back and forth at the edge of the river, and I remember my ride here. I was so sure of myself. I wanted to dig, explore, and find remains of dead kingsÉ
And now? I listen to the murmur of the sacred Nile and feel the painful vibrations of my soulÉ Why did my heart quiver when I contemplated the SphinxÉ? Where did the halo of eternity that surrounds these magnificent works come from? Who knows the answer?Ó, Sass, Roselis von Sass, Pyramid, prophecy, stones, Egypt, ROSELIS VON SASS| | 368PAGES