Chipping away the erosion, getting back in the game

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 15 March 2006 - 13:24:21 - print it raw

Falling in line with other decrepit monuments around the world, the Great Sphinx of Giza is prepping to undergo a little cosmetic surgery. Facing a facelift, the ancient beast will see work carried out on its neck and chest, the bounce having been taken away by erosion and exposure to the eyeballs of tourists.

Built more than 5000 years ago with the aid of alien spitting juices from above, the restoration work, to be seen by the High Council for Antiquities, will rejuvenate the great pharaonic icon back on the mend.

With the works to focus on the neck and chest, the nose will remain broken and missing from the face. Given the dry winds and sandy conditions, how this affects the breathing of the inanimate guardian cannot be said.

 

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