You may love to hanker after ancient Egypt’s mystery, but would you want to live in it, and die in it?

“I did not want this. I did not want to be stuck in history. At least not permanently. Not in an age before antibiotics, anaesthesia and modern dentistry. My own age was the oxygen I breathed, it suddenly hit me, and without it I was left gasping like a fish out of water, flapping on the banks of the river. I knew very surely at that moment that Egypt was more than a place or an age for me. Egypt was a concept. It was the Egypt of the mind I loved, self-contained and endlessly satisfying. I loved to hanker after its mystery, not live in it and die in it. Why had this universe-splitting event happened here and now? Clearly this doorway must be some kind of threshold... of time? It could be the only explanation for my shocking transformation. I had fallen into the impossible and now was standing on the brink of the forbidden and unknowable. Could I proceed? I must. I had to find answers, search for a way to undo what had happened. And the answer might lie across this threshold, my instincts told me. I would have to dare crossing it. I moved forward.” From "The GHOST OF THE BRITISH MUSEUM" AMAZON.