The gods and demons, the representatives of Anubis, with his black jackal's head and his long erect ears, seem to make signs to us with their long arms and long fingers: "No noise! Look, there are mummies here!" The wonderful preservation of all this, the vivid colours, the clearness of the outlines, begin to cause a kind of stupor and bewilderment.

Verily you would think that the painter of these figures of the shades had only just quitted the hypogeum.

All this past seems to draw you to itself like an abyss to which you have approached too closely.

It surrounds you, and little by little masters you.

It is so much at home here that it has _remained the present_.