Just think...Some 70 year old bespectacled Mandarin, squatting in his dirt floor hovel, by candlelight, with his mallet and chisels, carved that out of a chunk of railroad rail...Patiently peeling away the layers hiding the .45 Mauser-style automatic pistol hidden inside...Working by memory of a fleetingly-glimpsed rough diagram of how a C96 worked...That would have been some 100 years ago...
Now his spirit lives in this, his final effort at immortality...And waits for the moment when his work will be proved...or disproved...
