Paul Klee Ancient Sound

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throbbing, a faint rising tone.
The pyramid towered over him. (IIb could have told him that this was because the walls sloped in at precisely 56 degrees, and an effect known as battering made the pyramid loom even higher than it really was. He probably would have used words like perspective and virtual height as well.
The black dead in such a bad temper,' said another priest.
Koomi watched the approaching army in mounting bewilderment.
'Where's Dios?' he said.
The old high priest was pushed to the front of the crowd.
'What shall I say to them?' Koomi demanded.
It would be wrong to say that Dios smiled. It wasn't an action he often felt called upon to perform. But his mouth creased at the edges and his eyes went half-hooded.
'You could tell them,' he said, 'that new times demand new men. You could tell themmarble was glassy smooth. The masons had done well. The cracks between each silky panel were hardly wide enough to insert a knife. But wide enough, all the same. 'How about once?' he said. Koomi chewed his fingernails distractedly. 'Fire,' he said. 'That'd stop them. They're very inflammable. Or water. They'd probably dissolve.' 'Some of them were destroying pyramids,' said the high priest of Juf, the Cobra-Headed God of Papyrus. 'People always come back from the