“We are being made aware that the organization of society on the
principle of private profit, as well as public destruction, is leading
both to the deformation of humanity by unregulated industrialism, and to
the exhaustion of natural resources, and that a good deal of our
material progress is a progress for which succeeding generations may
have to pay dearly.”
~ Quote T.S.Eliot
I’m watching Lucy Worsley’s (awesome lady, by the way) documentary series, “A Very British Murder.” In this episode, she’s discussing the golden age of murder mysteries, the Agatha Christie era. Worsley spoke with the leader of an organization founded by the leading detective novel writers of the age (I believe it’s called “The Detection Society,” or something like that…), and he walked her through the initiation into the society, which still operates today. Worsley basically had to swear that she wouldn’t rely upon deus ex machina or “sanguinity” to solve the mysteries in her future crime novels, and had to vow instead that her characters would rely upon “their wits alone” to solve crimes.
For the final part of the initiation, as if she was swearing an oath upon the Bible, she had to place her hand atop a skull with gleaming yellow eyes and swear to uphold the values of the society. The skull, apparently, is a bit like the society’s mascot.
Three guesses what they named it.
I am not even kidding. They named their official, yellow-eyed skull/mascot Erik. It occupies an honored space in the center of the room on top of a sinister-looking red book flanked by candelabras.
Of course, it could be purely coincidental, but given the nature of their organization–and the fact that Phantom does boast the trademarks of a detective story, with the Daroga as the chief of police/detective figure–I like to think that it was their little nod to everybody’s favorite creepy basement-dweller.
Phantom references do my heart so much good, I’m telling you.
[Sorry this took so long, nonnie! I had an idea I really liked, but no time to write it until this weekend. I hope you enjoy what I came up with!]
Erik did not like weddings.
They were expensive, loud, and usually involved a lot of relatives whose names you couldn’t remember trying to make small talk with you as they got progressively more drunk. And of course there was the happy crying. Erik couldn’t stand happy crying.
In fact, just as a general rule, Erik didn’t really enjoy people or emotions all that much, period. It was a characteristic that had made him notorious at the law firm where he worked.
Prompt: Erik really shouldn't find his stepbrother Charles so attractive.
They weren’t blood related, Erik reminded himself. They weren’t even related by marriage, not yet. It was okay, or at least not totally repulsive, that Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off his soon-to-be stepbrother as they walked through their parts. Again. Erik had thought it was silly for a wedding to even need rehearsing, but apparently it was more complicated than he’d thought.
“Like most things,” his mother had sniffed, ruffling his hair. “Teenage boys, all you think about is food and cars and girls. You will learn better.”
Erik hadn’t quite had the nerve yet to tell his mother that it wasn’t girls he thought about. They could deal with that after the wedding.