There was no one except the two donkey-boys and myself and the Sphinx.

All about was the desert and above it the purple sky and the white stars and the great negro's head in front of you with its paws stretched out, and the moonlight turning it into shadows and white lines.

I think I stood there so long that I got sort of dizzy.

It was just as if I had been the first man to stumble across it, and I felt that I was way back thousands of years and that the ghosts of Caesar and Napoleon and Cleopatra and the rest were in the air.

That was worth the entire trip to me.