Love "The Excavation of Troy." The Schliemann story was one of my favourites when I was a kid, back when I was reading stuff like Lost Cities and Vanished Civilizations. I think I knew even then that it was at least half BS, but I loved the fact that it came with its own disclaimer, the inherent idea that he was never able to find "the" Troy he was looking for, because he couldn't reconcile his own image of ur-Troy with the actuality of real-Troy. So much can be explained by this disparity, in terms of basic human consciousness and impulse.