Salammbo, the Maid of Carthage; Re-Told from the French of Gustave Flaubert

Salammbo, the Maid of Carthage; Re-Told from the French of Gustave Flaubert

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ...all sorts of sinister rumours arose and spread, none knew whence or how--the city's mood was growing more dangerous every day. Men's thoughts turned more and more to Moloch, the terrible, the cruel, and the gentle Tanit was forgotten, her temple deserted. Besides, now that she had lost her mystic veil, she was shorn of her power; this was why the waters of heaven, of which she was the dispenser, were now withheld; almost she was looked on as a traitress, a deserter; there were those who dared to cast stones at her temple and to address to her taunting and insulting speeches. Once the popular mind had seized on this idea--that the loss of the veil was the cause of all the late disasters, Salammbo came in for her share of hatred. She was somehow associated with the theft: she knew of it; she had spoken to the thief, --she should be punished. Soon there were whispers of the necessity of some extraordinary sacrifice. The angry gods should be appeased by an offering of transcendent value--some being, young, beautiful, spotless, the scion of some ancient house, --a human flower. No name was spoken; but every day men who had never been seen there invaded the Barca grounds; the slaves were too scared to drive them off. They did not venture to set foot on the great ebony stairs--not yet. They staid below, their gaze fixed on the topmost terrace, watching for Salammbo, and for hours they abused her at the top of their voices, like hounds baying at the moon. THIS clamouring of the frantic rabble, if it reached Hamilcar's daughter, did not disturb her. She had more important things to worry about: her great serpent, the Black Python, was sick. Now the serpent, weird and mysterious creature, was held very sacred by all the Punic races....show more

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  • Paperback | 66 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 136g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236937511
  • 9781236937513