‘An 18-year-old woman dressed in men’s riding breeches and a scout’s cap lay restless at the foot of the Great Sphinx in Egypt. It was 1924, just two years after archeologist Howard Carter opened the tomb of Tutankhamun. “I could not bear to sleep,” the woman wrote in her memoir, Call to Adventure. “I sat on a sand dune and watched the full moon sail in a sky that was a like an upturned goblet of dark, blue glass.
“There were trillions of stars, and not far away I could see the outline of the Sphinx, smiling and sightless.”’