From Nat Geog, via Cronaca, news that Philippe Aries was at least partly wrong: Members of the London-based Society of Thames Mudlarks look very different today from the Victorian street children the group takes its name from. Where ragged waifs once searched for bits of bone and coal to sell, men in overalls, gloves, and…
Akaky over at The Passing Parade lives in fear of the perpetually extending penis promised him by the spammers. No need: we will resurrect The Mighty Thor to deal with this latter-day Midgard Serpent. Here is a taster from an August 1975 story entitled Night of the Troll!, in which Thor interrupts his battle with…
In the Middle Ages anyone of any commercial talent (and his/her mum) had visions and stored some human bones in the new toilet chapel extension of the pig shed nave of the temple next to that handy spring holy source on the hillside. Here, extracted by moderately cunning device from Amazon, is the relevant part of the ToC of Eileen Gardiner’s (not completely exhaustive) Medieval Visions of Heaven and Hell: A Sourcebook: