Comments on my visit to the Libratory

Greetings, Dear Readers.
Well, my exploration of this mysterious 'Steampunk' business moved on apace yesterday, with a visit to a young man called Professor Damotimus, in his Libratorium, which is in the basement, which is actually in the attic, of something called the House of Observation, which, perhaps unsurprisingly at this point, is in a painting. (A painting by someone else, in fact...the incredibly mysterious and awesomely talented Watts Davies.)
Professor Damoticus also goes by the name of Damien McNamara, who I found to be an enthusiastic young gentleman who will almost certainly never suffer from boredom, as he has more ideas buzzing about his head than he can hope to express in one lifetime. I expect he is going to need several, and I suggest he gets cracking on a Rejuvenation Chamber, or similar, for when the youthful energy runs out. I know our one at Poppycock Manor finds frequent usage, and indeed I attribute much of my youthful energy and beauty to it's credit.
On my inquiring about the Libratorium, Prof. Damoticus told me a rather long, sad tale about it's creator, a Professor Maximus, who had failed to contact H.M. Queen Victoria the Third for quite some time. The canny monarch, suspecting that something may be amiss, sent her faithful henchman, Prof. Damoticus, to investigate. In a series of events almost to gruesome to relate, Damoticus discovered the sad remains of his predecessor. Through a process of trial, error, dismemberment and general poking around, Damoticus then stumbled into the Basement, which is in fact the site of the Libratory.
What, I hear you ask, is a Libratory? Well, it is a cross between a Laboratory and a Library. A repository, in fact, for books, gadgets, works of art, works in progress, and a whole host of grand ideas. Indeed, I could not help but feel that all it needed for Sir Cecil to be right at home there was a large, well-stuffed leather armchair, a roaring fire, and a tray with the usual bottle of fine whiskey and one of Cook's splendid Black Forest gateaus.
There is also, I believe, a brand new Secret Service (oh dear, perhaps I shouldn't have said that?) and some sort of megalomaniac plan to rule the town, the country, the world, and eventually, one presumes, the entire known and unknown universe thrown in...well done, I say!!! what will the younger generation think of next???
After my thrilling interview with Damoticus, I asked his alter-ego, Damien, what on earth he was thinking of, when he embarked on this somewhat unusual undertaking.
He said, very succinctly, I feel, that he wanted to make something that would make  people go 'whaaaaaat is that?'   Well, Damien you have succeeded admirably.Many, many people are destined to say'Whaaa...', and some of them may even trip over their own jaws on the way in. As Sir C. would say, well done, that man!!!
Well, I am now going to fling these words at the mysterious Interweb, and see if it catches them...here goes!!!