AGAINST A WALL

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Archibald: Day 14. Majorie, comma, dearest, ellipses
Archibald: As we delve ever deeper, one cannot help but be struck by the sophistication of the construction of this place.
Archibald: Shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose - the Ancient Egyptians were well into their obsession with building bloody great triangles in the middle of the bally desert, by the time this went up.
Archibald: But still. When one conjures neolithic Europe to mind, it’s more ‘I say! Where did that bloody great henge spring from?’, and less... Whatever this is.
Archibald: And they certainly went out of their way to seal it up tight as a drum - 2 weeks to bypass 2 stone doors- oh! Stairs.
Archibald: Fascinating wall markings these... Yes indeed... One wonders at their purpose... Still. Plenty of time for that.
Archibald: Mind your step, there’s a good fellow - certainly don’t want you tripping, and breaking your neck, wot?
Archibald: You, men - be careful with that crate. It’s vital expedition equipment.
Archibald: I tell you what, Potts - it is jolly stuffy in here, isn’t it?
Archibald: I might just have a little sit down here - just a short breather. Yes, that’s the ticket.
Archibald: How strange... Is that a handle?.. Or a lever, perhaps?
Archibald: Egads! Are you fellows alright?
Archibald: No... No...
Archibald: I rather don’t suppose you are.
Archibald: And my poor vino... Alas! Gone, before your time...