Ha! No -- and really, there isn't money enough on the planet to make me want that job. It's all meetings and agendas and schmoozing, with no time to do the lovely hands-on work with old letters and diaries and photographs and notebooks etc. It's all paper-pushing -- but the entirely wrong kind of paper-pushing for me :)

I'm having trouble putting ML down; I can see why you ripped through it in a day. Flying carpets, whales -- and Asmodeus, woo-hoo!!! They're just to the part now with Rupert's journal (how much do I love epistolary novels? Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much) and I very much fear that I will be up well past my bedtime...