You also have plenty of time to tell me a story about The Child’s Day. Still. He said. Leadingly.
The Pharaoh and the Priest was just posted as a Distributed Proofreaders project. Here are some thumbnails of all the illustrations.
Tell me a story:
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You also have plenty of time to tell me a story about The Child’s Day. Still. He said. Leadingly.
The Pharaoh and the Priest was just posted as a Distributed Proofreaders project. Here are some thumbnails of all the illustrations.
Tell me a story:
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Our hero was prone to enthusiasms. One enthusiasm led him into the Society of Jesus. He was posted to Syria, where he perfected his colloquial Arabic, then to a Roman Catholic college in Alexandria. There he fell prey to two new enthusiams: the peach-like bottoms of Arab boys, and the lure of ancient Egyptian archaeology. Following a scandal (suppressed) he left the Jesuits and opened an archaeological tour service catering to wealthy European homosexuals. His tours culminated in what he claimed to be reconstructed “ancient Egyptian funerary ceremonies” in excavated tombs. Authorities took a jaundiced view of his activities and shut down the tour service. He had saved a fair bit of money during the few years his business had flourished, sufficient to fund the rest of his life in a Cairo villa filled with looted Egyptian artifacts.
There you go. Thank you!
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