The solar calves of time immemorial stand petrified. No, not terrified—ossified! These idols are Gods, and good buddies, occasionally sharing a drink and a game of darts (or pool) in the Pyramid bar in downtown Cairo, though most of them are Assyrian. They dig and groove on the tall transcendental maid serving drinks at Pyramid’s, occasionally bringing her presents which she rarely seems to value. Gods with boners.