Jane Espenson is learning Egyptian hieroglyphics so she can
read the walls at the Luxor, among other things. And that's cool. (Is there anything about Jane that isn't?)
One thing that bugs me about anquities in museums is when they don't translate the inscriptions. The Met in New York has yards and yards of Assyrian bas-relief covered with cuneiform. It would be too much to get a grad student to translate the sucker, and put up a small plaque nearby? So we can know whether it's saying "Here's all the cities I crushed lately" or "No smoking in the washroom, smoke detectors will go off"?
The Assyrians made those things to communicate. They wrote all over their monuments! How can you appreciate the sculpture if you don't know what it, literally,
says?