Bangtao Tales |
September 4th 2016 |
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Chapter 89 À la recherche du temps perdu The first lady I ever fell in love with was an Egyptian princess who lived at the time of the Pharaoh Snefaru. Her name was Amath and I met her in the pages of a book I read at primary school when I was ten years old. I still remember how I ached to be with her, whilst knowing that I was about four thousand five hundred years too late to be with her. In effect I was four thousand five hundred years too young. Since then I have occasionally felt that same ache when meeting other beautiful ladies. For example Sulis Minerva the Romano/British goddess of Aqua Sulis (Bath) for whom I am about nineteen hundred years too young. Then Sandro Botticelli's Venus for whom I am about four hundred and seventy years too young. And of course, Leonardo's Mona Lisa for whom I guess I am about four hundred and thirty five years too young. Throughout my life I have sadly had to acknowledge the impossibility of making any such relationship work. But now, yes. here and now, this has all changed. For I have met a lady for whom I am not too young. In fact, she suggests to me that I am too old, too old by twenty years. I, of course, do not agree. After all what is a mere twenty years when for the rest of my life I have been misplaced in time by hundreds and sometimes thousands of years. Twenty years is a mere blink of an eyelid, a single beat of the heart, the flutter of a butterfly's wing, a single drop of water in the ocean of time, a mere moment in the passage of eternity. An instant when two can meet and delight in this amaranthine enchantment. ...........................................
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