The Machine Stops: SF short story by E.M. Forster, published 1909.
The pig’s perspective. Will probably tinker a little more, but this one’s pretty much done. Along with Delicate Donkey and the Marquis, this is a small piece, around 22 cm/8.5″). Edition will probably be 8 or 12, and I think I’ll try out a pale patina.
From the bureau of indispensable knowledge:
Wikipedia: “Multiocular O (ꙮ) is a rare glyph variant of the Cyrillic letter O. This glyph variant can be found in certain manuscripts in the phrase «серафими многоꙮчитїи» (“many-eyed seraphim”). It was documented by Yefim Karsky from a copy of Psalms from around 1429, now found in the collection of the Trinity Lavra of St. Sergius, and subsequently incorporated into Unicode as character U+A66E.”
ETA: This is the manuscript.
Writing: When a scene feels like a jigsaw with pieces that won’t fit, and keeps asking for rewrites to try and make them fit, it can be a sign that something bigger is wrong, e.g. the whole premise for the scene. Of course, something bigger can be wrong without obvious signs, but I’ve found often enough that ‘jigsaw going badly’ is a warning to check the bigger picture.
Just have to remember to heed it, as of course it’s tempting to ignore it and try and force the pieces to fit!
“At Bilbarka on the Darling, Burke and his second-in-command, Landells, argued after Burke decided to dump the 60 gallons (≈270 litres) of rum that Landells had brought to feed to the camels in the belief that it prevented scurvy.” (Context)
The things you find when researching — from the V&A:
The term ‘eccentric dance’ on a music hall programme hid a wide range of styles. One emphasised the dancers’ legs, high kicking or out of control, often referred to as ‘legmania’.
In the 20th century Max Wall was known for his out of control lanky legs. Wilson, Keppel and Betty, also qualified as eccentric dancers. They were two decrepit, extremely thin men who performed a spoof sand dance, in vaguely Egyptian or Oriental style, wearing what appeared to be short nightshirts with tea towel headdresses or a fez.
When they performed in Berlin in the 1930s, wearing shorter skirts, Goebbels complained that their bare legs were undermining the morals of Nazi youth. There were several Bettys (the original, her daughter and her daughter) who always had to appear glamorous, but Wilson and Keppel became more and more decrepit.
I have a bit of a thing for words for elements of architecture, decoration and whatnot. Today I happened across garniture, “a number or collection of any matching, but usually not identical, decorative objects intended to be displayed together”, most commonly three matching pieces for a mantelpiece, e.g. a clock and two vases. And if you ever wondered about the word for towering ornamental crap on a table that you have to peer around (or blow to pieces with your trusty shotgun) to talk to the person on the other side, it’s a surtout de table.
Delicate Donkey lifts a hoot. I wasn’t quite happy with his pose, but when I put him back on his support rod his foot was lifted a little, and now I think it looks right.
He was going to be holding a unicorn mask, but after trying it I prefer him without. Why the camera has turned him pink I don’t know, but it suits him.
And a still very rough friend, Not a Sausage: