Champollion vs Young: who cracked the hieroglyph?

You counted signs like a banker, Young, but you never heard the language breathe—hieroglyphs are not a cipher, they are Egypt speaking.

I found the phonetic cartouches first, Monsieur, and handed you the door; you merely enjoyed the room.

A door is not a language—I proved the script alphabetic and pictorial at once, and read the pharaohs whole while you toyed with fragments.

I read light itself, Champollion; the stone was but a Tuesday—you gave your whole life to one wall, and that is why the wall finally answered you.