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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ironmaster" data-source="post: 2671618" data-attributes="member: 36274">Wednesday, September 2 1931 - 4pm[OOC Sorry guys, but I had double the work-load the last few days!]Professor Douglass bids goodbye to the other gentlemen, takes his hat off the stand by the front door, and not seeing Mrs. Harding, departs, driving back to the University.  The doctoral students he teaches tonight have some promise, unlike the dreadfully uninterested undergraduates, whom he has successfully avoided teaching for years.  A meeting at 7:30 at, where was it again, Golosone, would hopefully sort out Gliere's nonsense.  The words old, heavens, cold cycle through his mind endlessly, like an unwanted parade down the street before one's home at midnight.  There might be time before dinner to visit the library or visit a colleage.  Hieroglyphics are not his specialty. "Hmmph." What was it that Alan Gardiner over at Yale always said? 'What is proudly advertised as Egyptian history is a collection of rags and taters.'  That about summed it up.  Strange, how Gliere, a specialist on the Greeks, especially the so-called 'dark ages', should seem so obsessed  with the Egyptians.Father Cromwell, leaves soon after the officious Professor, clutching the paper in a hand buried deep in the pocket of his black jacket.  A perusal of the library on the premises of the rectory turns up almost nothing about anything called Quattara, except a vague reference in a annotation to Genesis 47:21, in a original King James version, to a place with that name that was settled by Joseph before the prophesied famine.  The region remained important even through Roman times as a granary, despite it's fading fecundity.As for Shane and Antonio, Mrs. Harding takes a look at the book as if a snake were being offered instead. "Is this the Good Book?"  Upon a momentary inspection, her brown eyes lit up, she quickly shoves the book back at Shane.  "I had no idea that Professor Gliere has such un-Godly interests." She purses her lips into a hard line.  "Gentlemen, remove that book from my house, or I will burn it for fuel!  This is a proper house, not a Parisian den of iniquity. "  She indicates the front door. "If you must return, please keep in mind that I have a reputation to maintain.  Mr. Gliere's personal items will be packed and sent to the University, as his stay at Harding House is over."  As the door closes, standing out in the late summer afternoon, the two men regard each other.[OOC: You all may continue your own individual actions, by picking up where this thread leaves off.  Professor Douglass should mark his post as 6:30pm since that is when his class ends.  The rest of you should post as 5pm.In ADDITION, you may ALL participate in the thread I will post after this one, marked 7:30pm, at Goloson, where Solari's presence obtains a private room that would have most likely been unavailable to a Yankee.  So that is a possible two threads at once for each of you.]</blockquote>

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