Current Read! Today I Picked up Thomas Harris’ Novel, Silence of the Lambs—Wow.

I guess I should’ve known—-since the film is such a masterpiece. But, that doesn’t always mean the book is such a masterpiece. But it is, too. And it’s damn frightening. I’m leaving lights on, now, even during the daytime. 😳☠️🔪🦋

Let’s revisit…The Silence of the Lambs…

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What’s on the tube? Mindhunter—Into the minds of serial killers…Season 1. Good stuff. Recommended.

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“Lot No. 249”—A Horror Story with Mummies by Sherlock Holmes Author, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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Original artwork by Martin Van Maële (Public Domain).

Lot No. 249

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, xxxx

Originally published in the Harper’s Monthly Magazine in September 1892.

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Of the dealings of Edward Bellingham with William Monkhouse Lee, and of the cause of the great terror of Abercrombie Smith, it may be that no absolute and final judgment will ever be delivered. It is true that we have the full and clear narrative of Smith himself, and such corroboration as he could look for from Thomas Styles the servant, from the Reverend Plumptree Peterson, Fellow of Old’s, and from such other people as chanced to gain some passing glance at this or that incident in a singular chain of events. Yet, in the main, the story must rest upon Smith alone, and the most will think that it is more likely that one brain, however outwardly sane, has some subtle warp in its texture, some strange flaw in its workings, than that the path of Nature has been overstepped in open day in so famed a centre of learning and light as the University of Oxford. Yet when we think how narrow and how devious this path of Nature is, how dimly we can trace it, for all our lamps of science, and how from the darkness which girds it round great and terrible possibilities loom ever shadowly upwards, it is a bold and confident man who will put a limit to the strange by-paths into which the human spirit may wander.

In a certain wing of what we will call Old College in Oxford there is a corner turret of an exceeding great age. The heavy arch which spans the open door has bent downwards in the centre under the weight of its years, and the grey, lichen-blotched blocks of stone are bound and knitted together with withes and strand of ivy, as though the old mother had set herself to brace them up against wind and weather. From a door a stone stair curves upwards spirally, passing two landings, and terminating in a third one, its steps all shapeless and hollowed by the tread of so many generations of the seekers after knowledge. Life has flowed like water down this winding stair, and, waterlike, has left these smooth-worn grooves behind it. From the long-gowned, pedantic scholars of Plantagenet days down to the young bloods of a later age, how full and strong had been that tide of young English life. And what was left now of all those hopes, those strivings, those fiery energies, save here and there in some old-world churchyard a few scratches upon a stone, and perchance a handful of dust in a mouldering coffin? Yet here were the silent stair and the grey old wall, with bend and saltire and many another heraldic device still to be read upon its surface, like grotesque shadows thrown back from the days that had passed.

In the month of May, in the year 1884, three young men occupied the sets of rooms which opened on to the separate landings of the old stair. Each set consisted simply of a sitting-room and a bedroom, while the two corresponding rooms upon the ground-floor were used, the one as a coal-cellar, and the other as the living-room of the servant, or scout, Thomas Styles, whose duty it was to wait upon the three men above him. To right and to left was a line of lecture-rooms and of offices, so that the dwellers in the old turret enjoyed a certain seclusion, which made the chambers popular among the more studious undergraduates. Such were the three who occupied them now—Abercrombie Smith above, Edward Bellingham beneath him, and William Monkhouse Lee upon the lowest story.

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Necklace w/ Pectoral Bearing Cartouche of Senusret II, Found in the Tomb of Princess Sithathor, Egypt

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Necklace with a pectoral bearing the cartouche of Senusret II (made of gold, carnelian, turquoise and lapis-lazuli) from the Tomb of Princess Sithathor, which sits next to the pyramid of king Senusret III at Dahshur. Photographer unknown (Egyptian Museum, Cairo).

The frame of this pectoral is topped by a cavetto cornice. Below, at the center of the piece, is a cartouche of Senusret II, surmounted by the hieroglyphic symbol for gods. On either side of the cartouche is a hawk, each wearing the Double Crown of Upper and Lower Egypt, and standing on a neb-symbol, meaning gold. Behind each hawk is a cobra and a sun-disc, with each cobra passing through an ankh-symbol. The pectoral is attached to a chain of gold beads, and semi-precious stones. Middle Kingdom, 12th Dynasty, ca. 1991-1803 BC.

Three rings from King Tutankhamun’s Tomb, Egypt

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Three rings from the Tomb of Tutankhamun (ca. 1332-1323 BC). Photographer unknown (Egyptian Museum, Cairo.).

Rosette Wig Cover Found in the Tomb of the Three Foreign Wives of Thutmose III, Thebes

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Rosette wig cover (made of gold, gesso, carnelian, glass and jasper) from the Tomb of the 3 Foreign Wives of Thutmose III: Wadi Gabbanat el-Qurud, Wadi D, Thebes. Reign of Thutmose III. New Kingdom, 18th Dynasty, ca. 1479-1425 BC. Photographer unknown (Metropolitan Museum of Art).

Vulture Collar Found in the Tomb of King Tutankhamun

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The vulture collar, the symbol of the protection of the goddess Nekhbet, patroness of Upper Egypt, from the Tomb of Tutankhamun (KV62). Reign of Tutankhamun. New Kingdom, 18th Dynasty, ca. 1332-1323 BC. Photographer unknown (Egyptian Museum, Cairo).