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The Queen was overwhelmed. ‘Oh my,’ she said. ‘Oh my.’
‘The columns and entablature of the colonnades belong to an order never before seen on Earth, for it sprang from my own genius. I have called it the Katatonic Order, after you, Your Majesty.’
There was silence while the architect allowed the Queen to take in everything. But when her speechlessness was prolonged, he said, ‘A good deal more than you would wish, Madam, but not more than you can afford.’
She stiffened, and rose. She did not like her thoughts read, and she was sensitive about money, which it seemed to her to be a concern beneath the dignity of a Queen. ‘It is a very pretty thing,’ she said, ‘but I regret that it is not what we are looking for, I think.’
‘I am sorry to have disappointed Her Majesty,’ said Alfred A. Brussel, with a bow, but not looking that sorry in fact, for he had seen the lust that had flickered in the Queen’s eye.
It defies description; indeed, its description is forbidden. None may behold it save those permitted to dine there.
The Dining Saloon
Nothing has yet been said with regard to the first-class accommodations of the Vessel, and indeed these are so extensive that there is scarcely space to treat them with the fullness that they deserve, and even a brief mention of each aspect in summary fashion would run to so many pages as to weary even the most ardent enthusiast of the decorator’s art. It may be taken for granted, nonetheless, that accommodations for first-class passengers are most commodious, up-to-date, and tasteful, and in every respect a worthy complement to this fine Ship.
Harried by drug addicts, heretics and con-artists, all Joe and Mike want is to hear Sunday Mass.
Joe Whelan's Corner
If you didn’t see me at Mass the other Sunday, it’s because I wasn’t there. Some of you already know about my little adventure, including Father, but in case you haven’t heard yet, read on.
“Now, although Cornelius Bainbridge had been a crank, and his theories of the origin of architecture dusty to say the least, we know that in the support of them he had opportunity to take measurements of a number of monuments in Mesopotamia that sadly are now because of pillage and war no longer extant. This knowledge must be brought to the light of day—It must be brought to the light of day by us. For, who but we would make judicious use of it?
Angus Hatter?
Certainly not Angus Hatter!”
A collection of stories tracing the decline, fall and demise of architecture. Its death inevitably coincides with the collapse of Western Civilization.
Available at Amazon Kindle.
Stories in this volume:
ON THE FERRY TO ST. CHRISTOPHE
Geoffrey Millefort is too celebrated an architect ever to have built anything–Until the Virgin Mary visits the islanders of St. Christophe to ask for a shrine to be built.
A MARI USQUE AD MARE
A satirical guide to three Canadian cities.
DEATH OF ARCHITECTURE ILLUSTRATED IN FICTION
A scholar races against his rival to find a rare book that reveals the hidden source of Grecian architecture.
OUR DEBT TO MR. WRIGHT
Frank Lloyd Wright’s devoted assistant discovers to his dismay that the Master has impregnated the girl he loves with an FLW clone.
CANTO MMDVII
Trent is sent on a secret mission to Limbo, a sprawling metropolis, much like here, where the dead are too distracted to seek their heavenly reward.
ARKTEK AND TEKOP
Archaeological survey of an ancient city dedicated to a violent god partial to bizarre sexual rites.
