Lost Ways Of Life
HE PEERS OUT AT ME a bit disdainfully, I think, with his diadem and brocaded fabric slung regally over one shoulder. But I don’t take it personally. After all, the so-called priest-king has regarded all comers that way since he emerged from soapstone under the careful ministrations of an Indus Valley sculptor some 4,000 years ago. His enigmatic gaze—by turns seemingly guarded, pensive, smug or maybe just sleepy—is emblematic of the challenges for archaeologists who are trying to interpret the physical signs of everyday life left behind by ancient peoples....