Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
We toured a medieval museum in Munich, Germany and there were several renditions of the Iron Maiden on display. Ugly devices.
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Donna
What is that thing? Were women locked into it as punishment for something? I thought an iron maiden was a metal chastity belt.
ReplyDeleteI think I have seen one too - gastly!
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ReplyDeleteThat would sure scare the heck out of me!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear it, those things have always made me a bit sick to my stomach.
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