... you know, sometimes I think the Egyptian mindset in which ancientry proves truth is overblown.

... and then I find things like this (from Ancient Egyptian Literature, John L. Foster, trans.):

Oh, I'm bound downstream on the Memphis ferry ( Read more... )

Mother of the manifest
Womb of the dead
Arched starry vault of heaven
Whose water jar
Holds cleansing
And oblivion
Swallow up the sun!
In your belly
Is making and unmaking
And grandfather dawn is born
Bloody and fragrant
Between your thighs.

(Some work has an interesting effect on my Egyptiana.)

The Woburn Public Library didn't have much of anything that was useful as a reference, but I didn't want to head back immediately after going through the catalog and the shelves, so I picked up an old (1928, I think) general history of Egypt and flipped through it for about an hour.

( Which leads me to looking for this old thing I wrote on TC and wanting to put it here: geography and stuff. )