Dateline: On the Cusp Of the Great Plains
For those of you worried about my absence, never fear. My sabbatical was spent communing with the Caterpillars and brought forth a glorious burst of insight currently being poured into the dictation of more of Hatter Madigan’s adventures. Red, as my Caterpillar was known, graciously divined another snatch of the perilous, tumbling adventures of our hatted friend.
On a sad note, Dear Boris wandered into jabberwocky territory and was promptly confronted by one of the beasts. Though a valiant battle ensued, the brave knight burst into a gout of flame. His ashes will be displayed here at the Institute for further study. Perhaps one day the mystics and inventors will tell us how to reconstitute his gentle soul. Coincidentally, just as we were trying to keep Col. Barlowe from sniffing the White Imagination from the ashes, a pitter-patter knock came from the direction of the door. A bespectacled Miss Emily was still wiping the snow from her carefully perched hat. “I’m here for the position.” How she knew of our Boris’ demise I can only speculate. Mr. Beddor consulted the Heart Crystal, the Caterpillars and all manner of logic and artifacts before he realized Miss Emily had already been working here for quite some time now. She had shuttled him off to San Francisco to meet the Wondrous Wonderconers and to Phoenix to the gathering at Mesa, to her former home of New York to see if gromworrmies could survive the cold. I myself found strange drawings, ancient texts and all manner of wonderful wonderness appearing when I only had the faintest idea I needed it. She should do well here. I will keep an eye on her.
Mr. Beddor’s desert scribblings have been collected, coded and wrapped. Those of you in the know, know the third volume is out October 15th. Maybe some black imagination was tossed our way, the reports of several titles leaked and sloshed around the Internets, but All became clear when Alyss officially titled the work “ArchEnemy”. Ever the humble servant Mr. Beddor complied.
Col. Barlowe has been locked in his garret and only a dull glow can be seen beneath the door. We hear muttering about cards but we don’t know if they’re real or imaginary. Maybe the cardsoldierwars site will soon have answers. He has, however brought us a luminary new piece of wizardry. His iPhone plays a little Hatter M game. How they fit a Millinery hat into so small a device is beyond my understanding. But it is amusing. Maybe we will all fit in the device some day.
For now Mr. Beddor has dipped off the map again. We hear of a great pilgrimage to the corn section of our country. If anyone can confirm sightings of him, let us know. We like to know our cipher of Wonderland is safe.
An invigorated,
LGW Librarian