:46:00
Our tents are not the columned
halls of Egypt,
:46:05
but our children
play happily before them.
:46:12
We can offer you little...
:46:16
but we offer all we have.
:46:20
I have not little, Sephora.
:46:23
I have nothing.
:46:25
Nothing from some...
:46:28
is more
than gold from others.
:46:32
You would fill the emptiness
of my heart?
:46:38
I could never fill
all of it, Moses,
:46:42
but I shall not be
jealous of a memory.
:47:31
May the gods bless you,
:47:34
as you go to join them
:47:36
in the land of the dead.
:47:41
The old windbag.
:47:45
What an infernal fuss.
:47:49
After all, dying is
only a part of living.
:47:52
You won't die,
old crocodile.
:47:56
You'll cheat death
:47:57
the way you cheat me
at hounds and jackals.