A. D. G. to J. U. P.

DEAR P OWELL ,

Be sure I will cause you to ken it, if I discover the source of that singular genitive. When I float on the Nile 'neath a canopy hid (as I'm told Cleopatra when visiting did): when I stray by its banks, where the Yankee supposes that he 's looking right here at the Cradle of Moses: when I roam o'er the Desert, that natural Links, with the seventeenth hole at the foot of the Sphinx, — you may think of me still as attempting to trace to its earliest birth that remarkable case. Yet the fact will remain, if I don't or I do, that what Tacitus states is eternally true: for the person who yields to the various iniquities of a tourist who 's out for Cognoscing Antiquities, — who arrives in a gang, with his displicens uxor , and annexes the rooms which you've asked for at Luxor, — who proceeds as he goes to inscribe very vilely his initials and date on the pillars of Philae, — who pervades in his crowds the dominions of Ham till it 's soothing to read of the Assouan Damn, — such a person, I'm told, is a far from uncommon one, and experience has proved he 's a frequent phenomenon: 'tis a fact, tho' it 's one which in language most plain I cuss, that the tourist in Egypt is often Germanicus.
Yours sincerely,
A. D. G ODLEY
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