The Last Hurrah
Cambridge Classical Society
The Cambridge Classical Society
Students are a precocious, curious, and frequently foolhardy lot. Rarely has there been an example of such qualities than the great accident which, in 1546 at the newly founded college at the University of Cambridge, brought the ancient mystical energies of Mount Olympus to roost in a damp little corner of Europe. Three brothers, drunk and ignorant, unearthed an ancient scroll in the fresh supplies for the growing library. Seeing that it contained the words and positions of a priestly rite to speak to the gods, they endeavoured to perform it, safe in the knowledge that it was little but fanciful hand-waving. With nearly 5 centuries of hindsight, it is clear they were wrong.
It’s unclear at what point they misapplied the spell, but they clearly did, as in the blink of an eye they were confronted with the pantheon of Greece, greatly displeased at being summoned so rudely, and so ineptly. Before long, it was clear that they were there to stay, and all attempts to return them failed terribly, and only succeeded in letting the chaos of the sudden transplantation run amok across England’s green and pleasant. Those three brothers responsible were the first members of what would eventually become the Cambridge Classical Society, the organisation dedicated to preventing the capricious monsters and heroes of antiquity from creating havoc.
The Classical Society has had the shakiest membership in recent years, sometimes with only the one member, and even falling completely into obscurity for many years. But the most recent generation of champions has proved vigorous, and capable, re-energising the Society completely, and preventing a magical apocalypse in the process. Members like Angeline Williams-Jones have ensured that there will always be someone to continue the good work of the Cambridge Classical Society