Thursday, March 14, 1929
I put the whole day and part of the evening to good use writing and reading about Egypt. The kids going along the street I would find gazing in through the window at me. Had a letter from Mort. At sunset I climbed a chair on the roof and took a couple of pictures of the incomparable. Don’t wish anybody bad luck, but I crave to see the Luxor Fire Dept. trot out those skinny golden helmets that stand in a neat row by a red engine.
And now to expound on Memphis, Sakkarah, and the Pyramids, while I have the information handy. [Ed. note: I can’t do this—it’s pages and pages straight out of the guidebook and is sooooo dull and with the many hieroglyphs that Hall copied, impossible to type.]