the days of my life

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hatever　the　reason；　I　seem　to　myself　to　understand　the　Norse　folk　of　anywhere　about　800　A。D。　and　the　Egyptians　from　Menes　down　to　the　Ptolemaic　period；　much　better　than　I　understand　the　people　of　the　age　in　which　I　live。　They　are　more　familiar　to　me。　They　interest　me　much　more。　For　instance；　I　positively　loathe　the　Georgian　period；　about　which　I　can　never　even　bring　myself　to　read。　On　the　other　hand；　I　have　the　greatest　sympathy　with　savages；　Zulus　for　instance；　with　whom　I　always　got　on　extremely　well。　Perhaps　my　mystical　friend　has　left　a　savage　incarnation　out　of　his　list。

For　these　reasons　I　know　well　that　I　could　never　be　a　success　as　a　modern　novelist。　I　can　see　the　whole　thing；　it　goes　on　under　my　eyes；　and　as　a　magistrate　and　in　other　ways　I　am　continually　in　touch　with　it。　I　could　write　of　it　also　if　I　could　bring　myself　to　the　task。　I　would　undertake　to　produce　a　naturalistic　novel　that　would　sell　—　why　should　I　not　do　so　with　my　experience？　But　the　subject　bores　me　too　much。　The　naturalism　I　would　not　mind；　but　if　it　is　to　be　truthful　it　is　impossible　and；　to　say　the　least；　unedifying。　The　petty　social　conditions　are　what　bore　me。　I　know　this　is　not　right；　but　it　is　a　failing　in　myself；　since　under　all　conditions　human　nature　is　the　same　and　the　true　artist　should　be　able　to　present　it　with　equal　power。　But　we　are　as　we　are　made。　Even　the　great　Shakespeare；　I　observe；　sought　distant　scenes　and　far…off　events　for　his　tragedies；　seeking；　I　presume；　to　escape　the　trammels　of　his　time。

To　return　from　this　dissertation。　I　went　to　Egypt　seeking　knowledge　and　a　holiday。　The　knoe　of　it；　for　when　the　mind　is　open　and　desirous；　it　absorbs　things　as　a　dry　sponge　does　water。　I　had　an　introduction　to　Brugsch　Bey；　who　was　then；　I　think；　the　head　of　the　Boulak