Guest post by Charles Robert Darwin
Gentlemen -
I have been reanimated on my 198th birthday. The agreeableness of this happenstance is only slightly blighted by the fact that I appear to be made of felt and unable to move my fingers. Nevertheless, I am delighted to learn that there are plans afoot for the Beagle to sail again, and further gladdened to hear that I am permitted to assist in this endeavour by once more offering my services as a gentleman's companion. Bidding has started at the small fortune of twenty pounds Sterling!
My hostess, Miss Laetitia Prism, is meanwhile ensuring that my intellectual needs are met. Having supplied me with The Genetical Theory of Natural Selection and On Growth and Form, she opined that I would soon be "ready for the molecular stuff". Not to be condescended to, I informed her somewhat stiffly that thanks to a long correspondence with a most obliging Leicestershire gentleman seven or eight years ago, I have been fully apprised of all major developments in evolutionary biology, and would have gone into some detail on the topic of Molecular Drive had she not been seized by a sudden coughing fit.
I eagerly look forward to meeting my new employer and remain, &c,
CHAS. DARWIN
Charles will be posted in a luxurious shoebox to whoever offers the most to the Beagle Project by next week.
That's if I manage to keep the cats off him. -L.P.
posted by MissPrism at 3:40 PM
7 Comments:
He's so cute! Where do we bid? If it's here, I'll start with the 20 pounds.
That's fabulous.
I bid £25
On the subject of Darwin and the molecular stuff, there was a nice little introduction from Dawkins to the Darwin Day lecture in UCL, where he said that he's so in awe of Darwin that he'd be too afraid to properly meet him in case he was all tongue-tied, so in a fantasy dinner-party type situation he'd like to introduce Crick (the subject of the lecture) to Darwin.
tom
Miss P, many, many thanks from Beagle project central. If you discover the secret of keeping cats off things, let me know. Mine has just used the laptop keyboard as a sharpening post. Looked like the inside of a scrabble letterbag by the time I landed the little sod with a frying pan.
£40. I must have him.
nunatak must pay more (or I must).
£50.
"Cursed with too much money, you fritter away in selfish idleness a life which might have been made useful, helpful, and profitable. You do nothing but waste your time on frivolous pleasures. You are simply an anti-social animal, a drone --" She fixed me with a glittering eye. "Bertie, you must marry! Or at least bid on this Darwin puppet!"
100 pounds (can't find the 'pound' key on my keyboard here across the pond)
How wonderful! Great job!
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