Originally posted by caz
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In the 1970s, some adherents of the “New Age” religion kept their razor blades in tiny carboard pyramids because this mystical and holy Egyptian shape is said to have the power to prevent the blades from going dull (or seeds from degrading, or wine from spoiling, etc.) See Colin Wilson’s The Occult, or The Power of the Pyramid, for more details.
Similarly, the humble biscuit tin may also have mystical qualities, not yet fully understood by science. Somehow the tin keeps the ink in a state of suspended animation for years or even decades, baffling any effort to determine its age. I wonder if Rod McNeil considered this during his ‘ion’ migration experiments?
Yes, the scenario of suspended oxidation is conceivable--even probable.
No wonder those cookies from Christmas 2018 taste the same today as when the tin was first opened! I withdraw my assumption.
I do wonder, however, if the first page of the Diary, penned in the spring of 1888, could have been kept in optimal conditions until it was buried under the floorboards of Battlecrease in the Spring of 1889? Wouldn’t it have had at least one year of exposure to oxidation, as Maybrick lugged it back and forth to London?
Yet, here again, one of the document examiners suggested that multiple entries of the diary had been penned in the same sitting, so perhaps this isn’t much of an objection either. The diary could have been tossed together in as little as 11 days, which would tend to make all the ink of a broadly similar ‘age,’ exposed to the same general level of oxidation. Hmmmm.
I do wonder, however, about your use of the word ‘airless’ to describe the space underneath Dodd’s floorboards.
I was assured by the Diary savants who frequent Howard’s site that the floorboards in these old house are so loose and gaping that dead cats, detritus, old newspapers, books, burglars, etc. are frequently found underneath—meaning that Dodd simply failed to notice the oversized biscuit tin when he ‘gutted’ the house sometime around 1990.
But these matters are mysterious, cryptic. Unfathomable, really. Best to leave it alone.
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