The agenda began with the minutes from the previous meeting. As Acting HonSec ProTem Ibid Ipso Facto, tigris vouchsafed her opinion that the minutes would be more accurately characterised as 'hours'. With the unanimous leave of the meeting the role of HonSec was transferred to G. Hugh, who proceeded to read the previous minutes, albeit in an almost inaudible bat-like twittering on account of recent experiments with the Evolvamat.
The previous meeting had tasked the Experimental High-Energy Literature Working Group with using the hints in Borges' stories The House of Asterion, Dead in His Labyrinth and Garden of Forking Paths to reconstruct the maze that each one describes in its own way. A. Kiwi was invited to report on progress. This time, please, with less of the quaint vernacular that cannot for decency's sake be recorded verbatim in the Minutes. Apparently the data have all been input to the Riddled Ktistec Machine, along with sundry maze-related images to remove remaining indeterminacy. A. Kiwi further vouchsafed his skepticism that a Borges theme-park was really a viable business case. Even with a maze and a Circular Ruins roller-coaster.
In the ensuing robust exchange of views, it emerged that E. van Holsterin's idiot boyfriend has acquired a large number of things that from a distance look like flies, which he aspires to unload as merchandise in the projected Borges-World Gift Shoppe. It would therefore be politic for AK to keep his skepticism under wraps until such time as the Riddled drinks tab at the Old Entomologist is partially repaid and is no longer in danger of collapsing into a black hole under its own weight.
S. Clyde looked up from his Sudoku puzzle for long enough to wonder about the lack of hedge-maze environments in Doom and similar first-person shooter games, where there are plenty of labyrinths but all underground or inside buildings, or so he had heard from a friend. Space-Time Eddie obligingly ku'ed -- a Sudo joke intended to fill a joke-shaped gap in the narrative.
the Wilsthorpe Maze, which contains and conceals an unspeakable abomination at its centre, keeping unwanted visitors away while luring wanted visitors directly inwards. In the manner of a spiderweb. The designer of the maze was a Cainite -- a Gnostic sect also known to Borges.
Tigris speculated as to the possibility that the ghost story in question had been included in the analysis for the Ktistec machine. Also, had the output had been routed through error into the Morphogenic Flux Intensifier, causing a proliferation of hedge mazes in physical and literary actuality -- all of them housing unspeakable abominations in the centre?
The combination of "chocolate Tim-Tams + table-top trebuchet + S. Clyde" once again proving to be a dangerous one, the meeting broke up amid acrimony. The secretary is unsure as to the exact definition of 'acrimony' but suspects it to be the herb that garnishes Mrs Miggins' Cornish jellyfish scones.