Hope you had a happy Halloween, and didn’t get too scared out there. Those humans on the blog yesterday posing with the dead wolf sure did scare me. Moreover, the scariest thing was what was behind their masks. I guess they’d have preferred it to be a dead ‘witch’ they were posing with; a human demonised enough to retain their good self-image and image in the good community; but the wolf’s about as good as it gets for them legally.
Werewolf of Oz in Sydney’s Greycliffe House
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. Anyway, enough about Halloween horrors, and on with the Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps serialisation of something quite sensational… which I just noticed avoids hunters in the first paragraph.
This episode is much more comedy classic than travel quest epic, and can perhaps be called classic due to the episode building up from Watsons Bay-inspired Sherlock Holmes and Greycliffe House-inspired Grey themes to a poem that is perhaps the most nonsensical in the whole book.
Chapter 119. Dr. Watson and the Case of a Greycliffe House Mouse
The Spit Reserve was so relaxing we didn’t want to leave, and they had to spit us out at closing time. We wondered where to go next.
Not liking the sound of Hunters Bay, we thought about the Sydney Harbour National Park. The headquarters and visitor centre was called Greycliffe House, which I thought was worth investigating. So we walked that way.
Dr. Watson of Watsons Bay
Upon arrival at Greycliffe House, I was surprised to find it was neither particularly grey nor built on a cliff.
As we looked around, a gentleman introduced himself as a guide, and said his name was Dr. Watson.
I asked him why the house was called Greycliffe. He apologised for not knowing, explaining that he was only an expert on nearby Watsons Bay. The expert on Greycliffe House, a chap called Holmes, was away researching some other homes at the moment.
The Greycliffe House Mouse
Not long after I’d thanked Dr. Watson and turned away,
in a triangular hall containing a square ball,
I was accosted by a small mouse of my colour grey.
It said its name was Cliff and the house was named after him,
I replied it was built in 1852 so how could that be true,
It said it was on a special diet and low-fat cheese kept it quiet.
I thought, Now, that’s nonsense.
Walk This Way – Aerosmith song, later shared with Run DMC.
The author had been reading about Edward Lear’s literary nonsense poems just before writing this, and the poem is perhaps the closest to Lear’s style in this book.
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson (Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous fictional detectives).