Edward Hopper Early Sunday Morning

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The sound of the monsters of the river beginning the long journey to handbaghood broke out behind Teppic as he sloshed up the far bank.

A line of ancestors stretched across the chamber, down the dark passageway, and out into the sand. It was filled with whispersold! And his grandson's listening to him, and telling his grandson, and he's telling his gra-'
'Yes, yes, all-'
'"And Khuft-too-said-Unto-the-First, What-may-We-Give-Unto-You, Who-Has-Taught-Us-the-Right-Ways",' said Teppicymon*, (* But not immediately, of course, because messages change in the telling and some ancestors were not capable of perfect enunciation and others were trying to be helpful going in both directions, a dry sound, like the wind blowing through old paper. Dil lay on the sand, with Gern flapping a cloth in his face. 'Wha' they doing?' he murmured. 'Reading the inscription,' said Gern. 'You ought to see it, master! The one doing the reading, he's practically a-' 'Yes, yes, all right,' said Dil, struggling up. 'He's more than six thousand years