Karavansara

East of Constantinople, West of Shanghai


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The burial place of Osiris

The temple of Isis at Philae used to stand guard at the first cataract of the Nile.
With the construction of the Aswan Dam the area was flooded, and later the temple was moved to a new location.
The original Philae is mentioned by numerous ancient writers, including Strabo, Diodorus Siculus, Ptolemy, Seneca, Pliny the Elder. It was, as the plural name indicates, the appellation of two small islands, and the reputed burial place – one of the burial places – of Osiris, and only priests were allowed to live there.

And right now we can take a look at the temple and surrounding buildings in this fine animation.

The approach by water is quite the most beautiful. Seen from the level of a small boat, the island, with its palms, its colonnades, its pylons, seems to rise out of the river like a mirage. Piled rocks frame it on either side, and the purple mountains close up the distance. As the boat glides nearer between glistening boulders, those sculptured towers rise higher and even higher against the sky. They show no sign of ruin or age. All looks solid, stately, perfect. One forgets for the moment that anything is changed. If a sound of antique chanting were to be borne along the quiet air–if a procession of white-robed priests bearing aloft the veiled ark of the God, were to come sweeping round between the palms and pylons–we should not think it strange.
(Amelia Edwards – 1873-1874)


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Captain Kronos, Vampire Hunter, 1974

I said I should do a post about Captain Kronos, Vampire Hunter, and why not do it now?
It’s always fun to watch the movie again.
If you areinterested, there is an acceptable copy on Youtube, and to give you an idea, here’s the trailer…

The trailer lies.
Or it practices a nice bit of misdirection.
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Three evenings with the Green Man

Ghost stories.
It’s the season, isn’t it?
ffdgfdgSo, stop me if you’ve heard this one: there’s a haunted inn on the road to Cambridge, called The Green Man. It’s haunted by the ghost of a 17th century dabbler in the mystical arts, a man that was denied a proper burial because of his trafficking with pagan rituals, and maybe because he killed his wife. And there’s the current owner of the inn, slowly soaking himself in scotch, and trying to get both his wife and his mistress in the same bed together. And maybe he sees ghosts, or maybe it’s just DT.
And there’s a bit of satire of the Cambridge environment, and of academia, and of modern people and of modern Church. And God makes an appearance, and everything is so witty, and sometimes so sexy, it’s hard to believe it can also be so scary.

It’s Kingsley Amis’ The Green Man.
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