How much would you pay to pore over the e-mails of a major writer? Perhaps it would depend on how famous they were, how much you liked their books and how likely they were to have made ungenerous remarks about other writers whom you liked a lot less.
But if it's the e-mails of the poet Wendy Cope that you'd like to trawl through, you can put your chequebook away, because the British Library was so keen to get its mitts on Cope's archive that it handed over £32,000 for the largest electronic acquisition in its history.
It comprises some 40,000 e-mails - ranging from those which are, by Cope's admission, "not interesting at all" to those which are so controversial that they will be stashed in a 'Classified' file.
And while some historians will doubtless wring their ink splotched hands at the loss of lavender-scented lovers' letters and the sturdy Basildon Bonds of affairs of state, this is surely the future of archives. When even the poets have switched to e-mail, you know the end of the letter has come.
But we should be cheering this development. Formal letters, written in pen and ink, give us real insight into the character of an author, thinker, or politician.
Collected letters can often be the paciest books I read all year. But the formality of the letter means that we are usually still getting the writers on their best behaviour - even seemingly informal letters, like those between the Mitford sisters, were written with half an eye on future publication.
E-mail isn't really writing at all, it's frozen speech. The best e-mails can be almost heard, rather than read, the punctuation acting as timing, so senders can capture their voices completely.
The hardest thing for biographers and historians to reconstruct is the everyday lives of their subjects.
Big events - legal trials, parliamentary debates, Royal successions - tend to be documented well. But the small events and minor dates are often lost and with them go plenty of influential, but not documented, figures of the past.
We may despise the banality of Facebook updates, or Twitter feeds, but social historians of the future will be incredibly lucky to have a resource which tells them exactly how ordinary people lived.
They'll be able to tell what impact political, legal or military decisions had on ordinary people, not just from newspaper reports of marches or riots, but from those participating themselves - and not in hindsight, but as it was happening.
The same is true of visual records. People used to have photographs only of the most important occasions in their lives: a wedding day, or a family portrait after the birth of children.
Then cameras and film became cheaper, and we had more pictures, of holidays, daytrips or parties. Then cameras became part of our phones and ordinary lives.
The preservation of e-mail archives is exciting because it conserves the verbal equivalent of these pictures - a sense of who the writer really is, in their most unguarded moments.
Where our letters showed us at our best - our e-mails will show our underbelly - our peeves, our irritations.
I am, of course, prepared to sell mine to the highest bidder.
They're full of ungenerous remarks, but so long as you wait until after I'm dead, you can publish. And I'll be damned.