didn’t even exist in Japan until 1884?’ Jen asks, casually fishing the seam of her white catsuit out of the crack in her bottom as she speaks. ‘It first came into regular use following an early translation of Rousseau’s Social Contract.’ Brief pause. ‘Actually, yes – I think I may have stumbled across that particular idea before …’ Terence Nimrod nods. ‘It’s not “an idea”,’ Jen corrects him, sternly, ‘it’s “a fact”.’ They are standing on the green by the fourteenth hole (Ransom is hiding here, determined to avoid the start of the Children’s Tournament at the first), crowded – like a flock of human vultures – around a large packet of Gummy Bears which Israel has recently produced from his briefcase. ‘Nimrod spent part of his misspent youth training in Japan,’ Toby helpfully interjects, politely pressing flat a nearby divot (recently generated by Jen’s unsuitable footwear) with the trusty heel of his Hush-Puppy.
