Never before had Norton felt so strongly his kinship with the long dead Egyptologist. Not since Howard Carter had first peered into the tomb of Tutankhamen could any man have known a moment such as this — yet the comparison was almost laughably ludicrous.
Tutankhamen had been buried only yesterday – not even four thousand years ago; Rama might be older than mankind. That little tomb in the Valley of the Kings could have been lost in the corridors through which they had already passed, yet the space that lay beyond this final seal was at least a million times greater. And as for the treasure it might hold – that was beyond imagination.[1]


[1] Arthur C. Clarke, Rendezvous with Rama (1973; London, 2009), 28.