My job was to help catalog the papers of the famous Cold War journalist. I spent countless hours crouching over boxes, tucked in among the metal shelves of the repository. There I was, aware both that I was handling material of historical significance and that my job was do to nothing more than skim its surface - do just enough to make it discoverable to others.
It was a strangely pleasing task performed in a pleasingly lonely location. Under the mountain.