Having today run a control survey (with a non-magnetic inertial compass) through the innards [1] of a highly-magnetic orebody, I find the mention of arcseconds delightful.
Now if I can just get the red iron-oxide mud off my arms and legs, I shall be a happy cat, indeed.
in faint praise of skarn orebodies
Now if I can just get the red iron-oxide mud off my arms and legs, I shall be a happy cat, indeed.
[1] literally innards, 1150 metres below sea level.