I'm sure Anthropology has moved on in all forms - think Kate Fox - but my picture-brain obstinately conjures sepia-tinted images of nineteenth-century gentlemen awkwardly participating in cultural rituals which involve elixirs, feathers, corn rattles, and your extremities painted pink. But it was worth it, for a handsome treasure taking pride of place in the Pitt Rivers Museum, and a scholarly write up in Primitives Quarterly. Gotta start somewhere on the Anthropologist's Notebook...

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More to come! Ideas are bursting, time is not.

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