The Mummy's Foot, by Theophile Gautier, 1840.
I should be doing last minute study, but keeping calm seems more important, so. I've just reread it -it's been years- and ... oh my. *grins, shakes head* I had forgotten - romantic, gothic, so
foolish, in its way.
Written in 1840. How could I have forgotten what that meant? The casual racism, the typing of people's personality by race, the knocking of other religions as curios, undivine ... And, of course, I had forgotten that this was before Lyell and Darwin, so no Deep Time, and that understandings of Ancient Egypt
operate through the lense of the Biblical Flood. *grins in amazement* The Pharoahs are numbered by whether they come before or after the Flood, and the seventy two pre-Adamite peoples, lost ... Fascinating.
Of course, we won't even
talk about a gentleman using a mummy's foot
for a paperweight. The archaeologist in me is having enough trouble as it is. Not to mention fondling it, both him and the dealer. For heaven's sakes people, that is NOT how you treat thousands-of-years-old organic tissue!
*snickers* Oh, I had forgotten. A wonderful little story, and wholly unbelievable in ways that have nothing whatsoever to do with dream-visions of dead Egyptian princesses bringing you to the Halls of the Dead to meet her father.