It is an odd thing, to lose faith in the beliefs you once held firmly. How strange it is to have carried your convictions like a set of keys, only to realize they will not open any doors. Arthur no longer knows how he feels about excavating antiquities and carrying them off to England. He is unable to recall the thrill of discovery that once drove him. How will he continue to grub for buried relics when he is struggling to unearth his own sense of self? Has he, in his fervor for uncovering the library of Ashurbanipal, failed to give the same respect or attention to the living as he has to the
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