This tale is inspired by didactic Egyptian text called The Satire of the Trades.
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About 3500 years ago Dua Kheti from Tjel in ancient Egypt sailed south with his 11 year old son – Pepy. Dua wanted Pepy to learn ‘writing’ at the scribal school in the capital city. Understandably, young Pepy did not want to leave his home.
Why this stress on writing? Pepy asked.
I have seen men beaten and carried off to work by force. You want that to happen to you. You want to work as a coppersmith and have fingers like claws of a crocodile and stink worse than rotten fish.
Or a jeweler piercing stones and stringing beads sitting with your knees and back bent all your life.
Or a carpenter tired to the bones and married to your axe.
Or a potter covered with mud burrowing in the earth like a swine.
Farmers, reed cutters, basket makers, barbers, sandal-makers, stone cutters, traders – work hard and just survive.
Then it is to writings that you must set your mind. There is nothing that surpasses writing to live fruitfully.
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