I don't understand why people mix that up.
Anyway...when I was a kid in junior high (1973 or so) one of my best friend's dad was the head of the dept. of Religious Studies at a "major university", and had been schooled as an anthropologist.
So, we walked into his office (at home) one time, and he was reading some ancient piece of paper, probably over 1000 years old, and he knew the language. He had it on a piece of glass and had gloves on, and was turning it over with a spatula so he didn't have to touch it. It was so cool.