An Atherton’s Artificial Artifact! It is not Without a Tear that we (and by We, What I mean is I) present our last post for this April A To Z. In fact, we are so Overcome that we really feel that we will just leave this page here, and not… Continue reading
An Atherton’s Artificial Artifact! Today’s Entry is based on Batty Langley’s New Principles of Gardening (1728), with a Dash of The Hound of The Baskervilles. Continue reading
An Atherton’s Artificial Artifact! Introduction The letter X is perhaps the most symbolically potent letter of the alphabet. Its mysteries are many, and to contemplate them is to be pulled ever deeper in, until one finds oneself down among the very roots of the world. X is, at its simplest,… Continue reading
An Atherton’s Artificial Artifact! An Opera Synopsis Cast: Wilhelmina, a lovely peasant girl, whom Count Goblo desires to marry (Soprano) Wilhelm, a hunter, and Wilhelmina’s true love (Tenor) Kunigunda, Wilhelmina’s Wicked Mother (Contralto) Count Goblo, a Wicked Aristocrat (Bass) Ubel Arg, Captain of Palace Guard (Baritone) The Beard Peasants, Hunters,… Continue reading
An Atherton’s Artificial Artifact! This time, I am presenting you with an Illustrated Adventure, entirely based on pictures I found in The Strand Magazine. The pictures are from many different issues, all circa 1900. Continue reading
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An Atherton’s Artificial Artifact! Part III of III Part I: The Quicken Tree Part II: Remnant of a Recondite Record Note: “Plate 54” is the Vicar’s letter; see The Quicken Tree For Plates 55 and 56, see Remnant of a Recondite Record Continue reading
AN Atherton’s Artificial Artifact Part II of ??? My dear Robert, Just a short note this time, to explain the enclosure. This chapbook is the only record of Ezabell Walker I can find in my library. It was quite by chance that I found it at all, for it was… Continue reading
An Atherton’s Artificial Artifact! Part I of ??? My dear Robert, As you know, when I became Vicar of Ditchford Frary, in Gloucestershire, I had hoped to be the recipient of much rural lore. I imagined myself in my rural fastness, writing learned articles and even the occasional little monograph… Continue reading
