The Prince Of Egypt

By Jack Lexington

The Egyptian pharaohs lived in times when civilization was comparatively advanced. Their country abounded with towns. Many cities grew up around the temples erected by the priests of Amon. The Prince Of Egypt lives in these times and many journeys await him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jack Lexington
• Release date: Feb 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223336983

Jack Lexington

Hello,  My name is Jack Lexington...well my real name is Craig but my pen name is Jack Lexington. I chose the name because Jack from 'Jack of all Trades' and Lexington which is just a name I made using my daughters name Lexi. I am from Liverpool in the UK and was born on the 5th of May 1988. I have one daughter named Lexi-Mai and have interests in sports, history, Reading and Writing. I am also an online retailer where I run a store called TDS Gifts & Homeware. I also have a small Youtube Channel I post things for fun now and again. called TDOS The Department Of Shorts I have a good however somewhat dark at times sense of humour and try not to take things to heart. I first tried writing when I was 28 and my grammar was appalling. I decided to actually try to improve this after writing a couple of fact books and a series called 'Unsolved Murders In The United Kingdom' I am hoping that with every book I am improving but it is not for me to be the judge of that. It may also be obvious but I am not really good at selling or advertising myself I do not like to push advertisements on people but I am just an ordinary down to earth person. Maybe if you like you can subscribe to my Youtube Channel or even follow me on Twitter. Perhaps even buy a book most of my back catalogue is on Amazon only at the minute but I will try to make them more widely available to people.

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By Jack Lexington

Copyright © 2023 by Jack Lexington

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All events and characters in this book are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people is entirely coincidental.

CHAPTER 1

I have been told that the ancient Egyptians were very fond of a certain kind of fruit, which they called the heart of Isis. I cannot say whether this is true or not. But if it is so (and why should it not?) there can hardly exist in existence anything more delicious than these oranges. The juice alone would make them worth eating — but to think how many other things besides are added by means of their perfume! It seems as though someone had taken all those fragrances that belong only to flowers and put them together into an exquisite bouquet; while at the same time, he has mixed up with each of his perfumes something like a note from another world altogether, such as we might imagine existed somewhere beyond our universe. And then too, when you take your first bite out of any orange just picked off its branch on some morning before sunrise, you feel yourself transported away forever into the regions where all good things reside. You may be sure no one who tastes these fruits will go hungry again until next year's crop comes along. In fact, every mouthful brings him nearer death itself: for nothing could taste better nor bring about a quicker end.

When I was living in Egypt (for my own part) I never saw anyone eat half enough of these oranges. There seemed to me always something wrong in people taking so little pleasure in what belonged entirely to themselves. Why did they leave all the best portions behind? Was it because they feared that others should enjoy them also? If so, let them remember that in order to share joys equally, two must become alike. Each man ought therefore to find some way to live apart from all mankind. This is impossible among men. All that remains to us after this attempt at separation fails, consists merely in making ourselves as inconspicuous as possible whenever we come across strangers. We must learn to do without friends altogether. For friendship between human beings inevitably involves a degree of self-abandonment which cannot long endure under ordinary circumstances. A friend is soon made the victim of jealousy. He becomes jealous lest another person should claim the affection that belongs exclusively to himself. Thus, in the beginning, we form friendships upon mere chance, simply because both parties happen to meet. When once they get acquainted, however, the result proves fatal. They begin quarrelling over everything — even when neither party cares a button for either thing in question. At last, they cease to see each other. Then follows a period of melancholy during which they miss each other terribly. Finally, they forget whatever quarrels ever divided them. Only now does the real bond appear. Now, finally, love exists. But here again, the lovers fail to understand each other completely. One feels a vague sort of passion for the beloved. The other feels an equal desire for her beauty. Both suffer much anguish, but each suffers differently. For the lover, the pain is intense. His eyes are blinded by tears. Yet he knows not why he cries. Perhaps he thinks he loves her. But she, poor girl, has no idea at all what has happened. She only suspects that he wishes to possess her body. What else can explain the tormenting sensation within herself? No doubt, she feels a strange attraction toward him. Her senses tell her that he is handsome. But somehow, he seems quite different from all the other young men she has known. Somehow, he makes her feel sadder than all the rest. He frightens her too: for his looks seem to suggest some wild beast lurking deep down inside him. So she tries to keep far from him, yet finds it difficult to resist him altogether. She begins to dream of being married to him. Such dreams give birth to hope. Hope leads to expectation. Expectation turns into despair. Despair drives back the lover. And thus ends the affair.

In short, friendship between human beings is ruinous. It destroys all happiness. That is why we should try to avoid meeting strangers altogether. Let us follow the example of the ants, whose lives are devoted wholly to the enjoyment of their own company. Every ant is born alone. He dies alone. Nothing happens to him except through his personal efforts. As for the colony, it contains hundreds of thousands of individuals, none of whom know the least thing concerning the life history of any other member of the group. How happy they must be! What peace! And yet, how few they are compared with us, who have millions of brothers and sisters, all eager to meddle with our affairs, all anxious to drag us down to their level. We shall never escape from them unless we turn to solitude. For solitude is the greatest of all pleasures. It leaves room for everything beautiful in nature. And since Nature, like God, takes pleasure in variety, there will still remain plenty of scope for diversity. Indeed, we need not fear that all the varieties of creation will perish. Our species alone must die out sooner or later. Even now, we hear everywhere the lamentations of parents who have lost their children. These bereaved ones wish to believe in immortality, although the whole course of natural philosophy teaches them otherwise. To console them, we speak vaguely of the eternal future. Meanwhile, the earth continues to produce new generations, fresh victims for the funeral pyre. Soon, the race will dwindle almost to extinction. The survivors will probably be forced to flee to some remote corner of the globe, leaving behind them a desert of ruins, a wilderness of desolation. But we must not despair. The world will continue to change. New forms of vegetation will spring up, new animals will evolve. Life will march onward, carrying along with it all the beauties of heaven and hell. The gods will descend into the lower spheres, and the demons ascend into the upper. Wherever they may roam, the old stories will be repeated, the old songs sung, and the old customs observed. Under all changes, the wheel will roll on forever round and round.

The Egyptian pharaohs lived in times when civilization was comparatively advanced. Their country abounded with towns. Many cities grew up around the temples erected by the priests of Amon. In Memphis, the capital city, lay great palaces built in imitation of the