The Pyramid
‘To read Gibbon,’ I said as we paced that terrace in the sunshine, ‘to peruse his metallic, melancholy pages, and then forget them; to re-read and re-forget the Decline and Fall; to fill the mind with that great, sad, meaningless panorama of History, and then to watch it fade from the memory as it has faded from the glass of time—’
As she turned to me with a glance full of enthusiasm, ‘What is so enchanting,’ I asked myself, ‘as the dawn of an acquaintance with a lovely woman with whom one can share one’s thoughts?’
But those dawns are too often false dawns.
It was her remark about History, how she believed the builders of the Great Pyramid had foreseen and foretold many events of Modern History, which made a gigantic shadow, a darkness, as of Egypt, loom between us on that terrace.