There it is. When I was a kid, I learned that Jean-François Champollion was the name of the French scholar who had decoded the stone. From that point on, I imagined myself as a young Champollion, someday traveling to the sands of a far-away place and digging up some language fragment that I would then decode for world-altering wisdom.
Back then, I desperately wanted to be an archaeologist. It came slightly after my paleontologist phase, which was preceded by my astronaut…ologist phase. Even though I didn’t get any “alone” time with the Stone, it was great to see it up close:
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