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8. On Science in Fairyland
How do you feel about Science, children?
I hope you are on good terms with it,
that you have it over to tea at least every other week. Science is an excellent
conversationalist, and much prized in Fairyland. In Pandemonium, the capital of
all our merry land, Scientists have a tower all to themselves, called Groangyre.
There they can have tea as much as they like while inventing and studying
marvelous things like Moving Pictures, Electricks, the Carriageless Horse,
Blueology, Lunar Travel, the Hyper Toadstool Transfer Protocol (by which you
can leave quite long messages with the mushrooms and they will carry them
anywhere you please via underground fungal network), and the Three Q’s: Quiet
Physicks, Questing Physicks, Queer Physicks (these being the study of the
Unseen and Unheard, the Mechanicks of Narrative and People Who Can’t Leave Well
Enough Alone, and Things What Make No Good Sense).
I think you’ll agree all of that sounds
The Prioress of Groangyre Tower is
Belinda Cabbage, Empress of the White Coats, Quarterback of the Municipal
Quantumball Team and Champion Crossword Solver. She causes most of the
explosions you’ll see blossoming out of the tower on the hour, nice and
regular. I mention her because she has been very occasionally known to take on
apprentices. Sometimes these apprentices do very well, like Dr. Erasmus Jane
Fallow, one of our premier alchemists. Sometimes they merely break local QB
records and in the process cause two bakeries and a letterpress shoppe to
vanish, as in the case of the famous and unfortunate Simon Snowpea, who can’t
get a loaf of bread to save his life these days.
The line for the apprenticeship forms a charming
spring ritual, stretching form Pandemonium all the way to her sister city,
Sticks. So if you feel you know your sums and long division, know how to work a
lilyscope, and are proof against fire, acid, boiling, and spells of
disintegration, I suggest you line up early.