Had the inadvertent blooding of the book indeed been a ritual, I would have minded far less, as such would hark back to the oldest rites, continuing the thread of vicarious sacrifice reaching even into the heart of Christianity.
It was, however, nothing so symbolic… merely annoying and messy.
The book, however, is still readable, and the whole, sorry affair puts a new complexion on red ink…
Speaking of vicarious sacrifice… Ah, Ben… of course. Poor Ben, incarcerated now for the duration. I wonder if they provide tarts to the prisoners?… being Bakewell, of course, before you jump to any erroneous conclusions! Perhaps we could send one… with a file baked into it, do you think?
I do feel a tad responsible after all… Still, if he hadn’t insisted on going back… And I still maintain the thing is better in its original position… I wonder if they will leave it there now?
The ‘Ghaist Stanes’… it is another of those instances when we ‘knew’ without knowing, isn’t it? We have seen the Spirit Stone and the Ravenstone… we’ve even laughed with that smiling stone at Avebury and drawn our conclusions… you even wrote it into the books… yet once again we had failed to join the dots; missing the obvious just as surely as we missed the whole St Francis thing…until Chesterfield brought it home to you, squarely and incontrovertibly.
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