"13 August 1897. You are cordially invited to the opening of the Tate Britain and its breathtaking collection of modern art. Master-of-Ceremonies, Sir Hiram Maxim of the Aerial Navigation Syndicate." A lovely day at the museum (not to mention your new Oriental waistcoat) is spoiled when a throng of creatures of no small grotesquery (and malodorous aura) alight from the canvas itself. Hop aboard Maximâs airship and assault the Morlock demesne!
"13 August 1897. You are cordially invited to the opening of the Tate Britain and its breathtaking collection of modern art. Master-of-Ceremonies, Sir Hiram Maxim of the Aerial Navigation Syndicate." A lovely day at the museum (not to mention your new Oriental waistcoat) is spoiled when a throng of creatures of no small grotesquery (and malodorous aura) alight from the canvas itself. Hop aboard Maximâs airship and assault the Morlock demesne!
"13 August 1897. You are cordially invited to the opening of the Tate Britain and its breathtaking collection of modern art. Master-of-Ceremonies, Sir Hiram Maxim of the Aerial Navigation Syndicate." A lovely day at the museum (not to mention your new Oriental waistcoat) is spoiled when a throng of creatures of no small grotesquery (and malodorous aura) alight from the canvas itself. Hop aboard Maximâs airship and assault the Morlock demesne!
"13 August 1897. You are cordially invited to the opening of the Tate Britain and its breathtaking collection of modern art. Master-of-Ceremonies, Sir Hiram Maxim of the Aerial Navigation Syndicate." A lovely day at the museum (not to mention your new Oriental waistcoat) is spoiled when a throng of creatures of no small grotesquery (and malodorous aura) alight from the canvas itself. Hop aboard Maximâs airship and assault the Morlock demesne!