The latest crop (quite literal) of University essays arrived this morning from Markham. Food production is of vital import to the war effort — as another year of disrupted harvests underscore — but the reams of dry parchment contain even drier language; as if some terrible meta-textual commentary on drought.

Somehow they've even made weevils boring. Weevils!

"If we ate the pages," He's been staring at the same spot for the past ten minutes. "Do you think we could call it an experiment?"