historian fantasy rant

I wish I was a spy.  Well, sometimes I wish I was a spy.  I just wish I could do everything because there are so many things in the world that get my engine turning!  I've recently turned over in my head the thought of becoming a historian.  There were these two drawings in my parents' house growing up that pictured an old man in a huge library with thousands of books all over the place, large bookshelves from floor to ceiling and a comfy armchair in the middle of it all.  I want to be that old man and I have a feeling the only way to do that is to become a historian.  That would be the only feasable way I could be interesting and long winded but justify having an enormous library where I spent most of my days.  I could sort of introvert myself into my library and make huge creative discoveries and connections between ideas.  I could know about scientific history as well as world and social history (sometimes the same thing) and write large interesting volumes that many people would of course want to read because hey, I'm a historian.  "This was writ by that great historian, Lisa Burton" they'd say.  Perhaps it would be long after I was dead and gone.  People would come in and discover my bones in a secret passageway with all my writings strewn about me, put them into a book and say, "goodness, this woman had an incredible grasp on history!"  And wait!  I would have super secret information about the world because people would need to connect the dots to tons of discoveries and why use a computer when they could just come to me, the garbage center for useless knowledge, and I could use my brain to connect the dots for them and tell them what book they can reference it in so that their discovery of the masks of the Guadelahara can be archived with the correct artifacts because they are said to have mysterious magical powers.  Hm.  I'll sleep on it.  Hope you had a fun Thursday and I'll probably write tomorrow!  Thanks for reading!!!                

~Lis