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Adventures with an unreliable narrator.
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Mar 5 03: too good
Found during research: Why one should carry an iron nail in one’s pocket while playing overland croquet. An article taken from Phooka, the quarterly journal of the venerable Overland Mallet Club. The OMC was founded in 1891 in Pook’s Hill, England and is an organization of theosophist-sportsmen whose members are fond of “overland croquet, hard liquor, and the natural history of the Fairy Kingdom.”
Except, sadly: it wasn’t, and it isn’t. Much as it warms the heart to ponder such a society, the OMC is actually the sort of thing that is much more likely to leap out of the heads of a bunch of guys in Berkeley. But for just a moment Chelsea teemed with presences seelie and unseelie, seen and unseen.
To my knowledge, there are no active chapters of the OMC—not even in Berkeley. Which doesn’t mean that it mightn’t be fun to start one up, perhaps over a flask of something and a copy of Little, Big. (Note to self: about time to read that again. Haven’t in at least a year.) Anybody up for a game?
And since you weren’t asking: The research sought the total mass of the iron in the average adult human body. It turns out to be about 4 grams, which may or may not be enough to forge a smallish carpenter’s nail out of. Depends on the nail, I guess. Bear in mind that the smelting process would be unpleasant in the extreme.