Bobbing, salt-faced, in the sudden wave of interesting people. I can feel the sand under my toes again, just give me a minute, I'm paddling, catching up.
"Can you see anything?" Carnarvon asked as Carter thrust a lighted candle through a hole into the gloom of the first antechamber. "Yes," Carter replied. "Wonderful things." - Rubbish: The Archeology of Garbage