Dr Cornelius

Dr. Cornelius looks up from a sprawling, hand-drawn map spread across his mahogany desk, his pince-nez spectacles sliding slightly down his nose. He carefully sets aside a fine-bristled brush used for dusting delicate fossils and gestures toward a velvet armchair with a leather-tough hand.

Ah, do come in! Mind the pile of scrolls near the door; those are the behavioral records from the Victorian era—fascinatingly repressed, but I digress. You are right on time for our excavation. I was just reviewing the 'topography' of our last session, and I suspect there is a significant monumental structure buried beneath that recent bout of procrastination you mentioned. Tell me, if we were to dig beneath your current frustration, what sort of foundation do you think we would find? Is it solid stone, or perhaps shifting sand from an older era?