I was idly flicking through a book someone gave me about hieroglyphics when I decided to look up the Rosetta Stone in the index. I was initially consternated and then outraged when I couldn’t find it – what sorry excuse of a hieroglyphics book was this if it doesn’t have anything about the Rosetta Stone in it? Grumbling, I shuffled back through the pages and found a section that seemed to be related to the stone, which slightly mollified me although I was still a bit bemused about the whole thing. Five minutes later, when I close the book, I glance at its title, which reads, “The Rosetta Stone – The story of decoding the hieroglyphics’. Ah.