So, this morning I was checking my spelling of "von Pleve" via Wikipedia (they say it should be "Plehve", but I still say "Peking", so screw them) and noted that he had been killed in his carriage by a thrown bomb, just like his old boss, Alex the Deuce.
And that sent me off down the whole bomb-throwing rabbit hole. What was with this 19th Century fascination with lobbing bombs into politicians' conveyances? (In a suitably exotic and foreign twist, they'd even throw them into your howdah, proving that Biswas was more westernized than Lord Hardinge.) And why did politicians keep buying convertibles when it was an obvious invitation to have some anarcho-syndicalist yahoo fling half a pound of guncotton into your lap while yelling tedious slogans straight out of #OCCUPY_ST.MARTIN'S_HALL?
The Greens of today might want to re-think some of their obsessions with urban planning, by the way. You'd need an arm like Peyton Manning to get a bomb to the centerline of a modern American urban thoroughfare, but in the walkable mixed-use neighborhoods of olde European cities built on a "human scale", even effete soccer-playing college students who threw like girls were managing to hit oncoming traffic from the sidewalk. Here in America, it'd take a scoped rifle.
They got ingenious about their bombing, too. A guy named Orsini came up with a bomb surrounded by percussion fuses, so that while you were waiting for the Minister of the Exchequer's Chancellery to come past in his carriage, there wouldn't be a telltale wisp of smoke coming from the lit fuse under your black cloak, and whichever side landed down in the Minister's undersecretary's lap, it would be sure to detonate.
Incidentally, Napoleon Trey survived Orsini's plot, Orsini did not survive the guillotine, and one of his co-conspirators survived his escape from Devil's Island, joined the U.S. Army, fought in the Civil War, went to Little Bighorn, and survived that, too. Take that, Baron von Munchausen!
So, yeah, that's where I've been all morning.