Cory Doctorow at 10:50 am Wed, May 8, 2013
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1847 was a banner year for phrenology textbook covers.
"The Devil Examining the Head of a Boy" Frontspiece to a Manual on Phrenology; 1847, The Wellcome Library
“Hmmm, this one is an INTJ.”
Having just been dragged through my employer’s dubious Myers-Briggs based leadership training I really appreciate this joke.
If this is a photo, it has clearly been Photoshopped to look like an illustration.
get someone to explain how one would get a print onto the internet for you. That will clear it up.
By scanning it, right?
Must be shopped. Satan would totally delegate such a menial task.
Looks like he’s trying to turn the lad around. He IS the devil, after all.
Naw, it’s the head of my kid’s preschool, inspecting for head lice.
The one is covering his genitals like he knows something the others do not.
That the devil is Catholic maybe?
Or, as Edgar Allan Poe would have said: “Never bet the Devil your head.”
Palpating, not probing.
Can’t quite figure out the message here. Is it supposed to be that phrenology is so effective that even The Devil uses it to find the best candidates to do his work?
I’d assume the message is because certain people/skull shapes are predisposed to drunkenness and crime, the Devil is using this to identify targets for corruption.
Isn’t that pretty much what I just said?
“The horns will go right here.”
I know, right? I’ve been searching and searching.
This appears to be a photo of an etching print.
When I was six years old and my father was in a terminal condition I was sent off to stay with a rather forbidding maiden aunt who lived in Scotland. I was sent to the local junior (elementary) school where I was strapped on the hands every monday morning because I hadn’t attended church on sunday (my Dad was a staunch atheist.)
If ever I talked in class my teacher, Miss Parthorn(?!) told me it was because the devil was sitting next to me, tempting me to chat to other children and commit various other malfeasances. Even then, at the age of six (thanks to my dad) I was pretty sure she was wrong and that there was no-one sitting next to me but I know she wanted me to feel like the kid in the etching at the top of this posting.
Ah, the good old days!
I trust that you went back as an adult and pushed her down a flight of stairs.
And if she’s dead, we’ll make sure that Tamerlan is buried right next to her.
People like that don’t die.
We can fix that!
These creatures do not die like the bee after the first sting, but instead grow strong and become immortal once infected by another religious fanatic. So, my friends, we fight not one beast but legions that go on age after age after age, feeding on the suffering of innocent children.
Entrances To Hell has been doing a cracking job keeping track of all the places where Satan is able to come and go from the UK:
No, actually, that is NOT the photo of the Devil probing a boy’s head that I was looking for.
But thanks anyway.
Apparently in hell they steal your footwear and fondle your head oddly. Okay, I’m on the straight and narrow now! I didn’t need to be freaked, just creeped.
I just figured out why he looks so familiar.
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