It is here, and especially at night, that you suffer the feeling of having been shrunken to the size of a pygmy.

All round you rise monoliths mighty as rocks.

You have to take twenty paces to pass the base of a single one of them.

They are placed quite close together, too close, it seems, in view of their enormity and mass.

There is not enough air between them, and the closeness of their juxtaposition disconcerts you more, perhaps, even than their massiveness.
The avenue which I have followed in an easterly direction abuts on as disconcerting a chaos of granite as exists in Thebes--the hall of the feasts of Thothmes III.