> I had to apply to them for permission to apply to them to have them consider sending
> me this sacred tome. This would have involved faxing them a copy of some document or
> other, probably signed in blood.
“But the plans were on display…”
“On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.”
“That’s the display department.”
“With a flashlight.”
“Ah, well, the lights had probably gone.”
“So had the stairs.”
“But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Arthur, “yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard.”
(FWIW, the format is publicly available https://www.adobe.com/devnet-apps/photoshop/fileformatashtml...)