The Ancients stayed close to Nature, thought with her, and without extraordinary contrivances, they played with matter.
--R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz
Friday, June 29, 2007
Ian Holm uses an uncanny likeness to the Quaker Oats Dude to mesmerize 18th-century lunatics. Pancaked babes in powdered wigs and bustles provide the King's guardsmen discreet handjobs in ornately decorated galleries so that Helen Mirren can sneak into an asylum. The King's water is blue but his stools are copious and solid. God save the King's stools.