<div class="floatright">(http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/5483/tumblrlm5y18il3v1qjdnyz.jpg)</div><br/>Katrina Pettingworth sat quietly behind one of the main desks, reading through a book on the discovery of Egyptian pharaoh Tutankhamen's tomb five years ago.  Although her ears were perked for any discussion and the book was kept at an angle to allow her to notice if anyone came to her desk, all of her higher brain functions were dedicated to the understanding of such an amazing and mystifying subject.<br/><br/>There were a lot of things with which she was yet unfamiliar.  The book talked about the Rosetta stone, hieroglyphics, the scarab, and a few other things which were only peripherally explained and lacked the context to allow her to feel as though she was truly participating in a great discussion.  Like too many books, it felt more like she was observing from behind an ajar doorway as a lecturer gave the details of a glorious piece of life.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Phillip Baxter was as kind as he was intelligent, and was willing to explain.  She took careful notes, dotting down a number of questions and subjects to which she would be happy to get some answers.  If even he didn't know, well, there were always more books.