So… a bunch of anarcho-ninja architects and engineers secretly entered Le Panthéon, one of the old and respected churches of Paris. They secretly arranged to take control of the building in the midnight hours, and repair the famous clock in the clocktower, which had been abandoned since the early 1960s. Then they reported it to the authorities, who were dumbfounded that the anarcho-ninjas managed to assemble a workshop the size of Javabill’s in the clock tower itself without anyone noticing. This was achieved by putting up some dummy crates in a storage area, apparently.
Meanwhile, I have no space for my fencing gear to be stored, repaired, sorted or inventoried. I remind the careful reader that all of Holden Caufield’s drama and misery probably stemmed in part from having to be the equipment manager of Pencey Prep’s fencing team. No wonder he chose to get expelled from school; the job’s a misery, and no mistaking it. Far, far easier to get expelled and never have to do it again, than do it.