Synecdoche (si-nek’-do-kee): A whole is represented by naming one of its parts (or genus named for species), or vice versa (or species named for genus).
My collection consisted of 150 blades, from switch to Boy Scout. My favorite was the Swiss larynx ripper. It shut the victim up, and killed them at the same time. Now, the Swiss only make their multi-bladed, multi-colored toys, but I’ve got them in my collection anyway.
There have been many innovative blades made over the course of history. I like the flintlock pistol with the OTF spring assisted knife under the barrel. You get one shot with the flintlock and finish up with the OTF if you have to. Then there’s the push button disguised as fingernail clippers. Sinister.
I also like the credit card with the sharpened edge. It passes right through airport security—if you’re crazy enough, you can use it to “make a payment” on the plane! Anybody can make one. What about you?
Right now, I’m bidding on the dagger that actually killed Cock Robin. I have it on good authority that the sparrow didn’t actually kill him with his bow and arrow. In a manuscript predating the 1754 edition (and other earlier manuscripts), Cock Robin was “killed with a dagger by a rogue named Wagner.” It wasn’t a fellow bird who killed him at all. They were hard times back then—there was famine throughout the land and the peasant Wagner killed Cock Robin to feed his family. At least, that’s what the provenance of the dagger asserts. I just put in a bid for $50.00.
I named my knife collection “Cutting Edge.” it is a cutting edge collection of cutting edges. Ha ha! After I finish with the dagger and mount it under glass in my showroom, I am going to search for a Scythian “blood brother”—a special knife used in the ritual making blood brothers by mingling their blood from pressing together incisions in their forefingers. This ritual has largely died out, but it resurfaces from time to time for reasons studied by psychologists. It has been rumored that certain political factions in America require the “blood brotherhood” ritual to prove loyalty and gain membership.
Well, I’m going down in the basement to my workshop to do some whitlin’ with my Wooden Boy 50. It belonged to Geppetto, and he used it to carve Pinnochio’s head. It is priceless. I’m using it to make a carving of Jeffery Epstein’s head that I’m going to burn in the fireplace at my cabin in Maine.
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