I really am going to end up living here. I'd like that, if you wouldn't mind.

[Good god, the chance to be allowed to simply sit in here and look through all the texts . . . Rosalind starts forward, making a beeline for the Galileo texts. Marie Curie is given a longing look, but Rosalind won't touch those until she's got some lead-lined gloves and apron.]

. . . I'm not surprised. About your books and his daughter, I mean. They're wonderfully escapist.