I, Sinuhe, the son of Senmut and of his wife Kipa, write this. I do not write it to the glory of the gods, nor to the glory of the Pharaohs, for I am weary of their deeds. I write neither from fear nor from any hope of the future but for myself alone. During my life I have seen, known and lost too much to be the prey of vain dread ; and, as for the hope of immortality, I am weary of that as I am of gods and kings. For my own sake only I write this, and herein I differ from other writers, past and to come.