We did this to ourselves. We read books that are actually histories of the time-tables of trains in rural England. Thus the book is a red herring. It is not the real thing, Ms. Dorothy L. Sayers.
And the rest is silence.
P.S. If the Don doesn't offer History, Literature and Criticism then Nandita and I have planned to enact the famous scene on the ledge. We will call him Mausaji and shed gallons of genuine tears. His heart will melt and we will study Ideology. Life is such a bed of roses.
P.P.S. If the Don still doesn't agree, then I think it will be suicide. Not soocayde. And someone will have to do much chakki-peesing as divine retribution.