I know, technically my arm would do just as well. But how ingenius is the X-7 Defender CLP - Paper Airplane Launcher? Unfortunately it is sold. Probably to the very asshat who'd start the war across the British Library (damn you, Humanities Roomers! Up Rare Books and Music!) and not to the poor, beleaguered and defenceless scholars (semi-, pseudo- and real alike) who just want to get on with trying not to breath on ancient pages.*
Fortunately, the Mirco is still for sale. There is hope for us yet.
*Speaking of trying not to breath on ancient pages, I spent all yesterday doing just that! For months I've been trying to get my hands on even paperback copies of William Le Queux and it turns out he is just as hopelessly out-of-print as I suspected. Hurrah for the British Library!
I think I may have unnerved the person behind the desk, because I got very bouncy and excited when I saw it was wrapped up in fine muslin to protect it and then carefully kept in a cardboard box for extra safe keeping. It's very hard to be bouncy and excited when you're also trying to be respectful and quiet so as not to disrupt the rest of the library. I'm certain she thought I was dangerously close to running for it, book in hand, or that I really, really needed to pee.
Unfortunately, the book itself turned out to be a bit of a stinker. The text, I mean. The book smelled lovely and bookish. No, the text was hilarious, unfathomable and disappointing, but never quite at the right intervals. I'm in the process of writing it up on The Spy Project now.