Scientists searched until they found the elements which give off radioactive rays. They continued searching until they knew how to split the atom. They searched on diligently, and at great expense, until they discovered how to secure chain reaction in the fission of a uranium atom by a neutron, whereby more neutrons are released which cause further fissions.
Men searched until they uncovered the secret of the Rosetta Stone. That stone, to the common observer, appeared to be only a piece of black basalt that was found near the Rosetta mouth of the Nile. But there were those willing to delve into its mysteries. And there were those earnest searchers who found it to be a bilingual inscription in hieroglyphics and demotic characters and Greek.
This searching gave M. Champollion the first clew toward deciphering the Egyptian hieroglyphics, and, thereby, a vast, new literature was opened to human knowledge. Because of Mr. Champollion, we drink from literary wells we did not dig, warm ourselves at narrative fires we did not kindle. Champollion, although dead, keeps on talking.