Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Skull-blogging: Lombroso edition

The Lemurian apophysis, he has it
A character in Machen's The Novel of the Black Seal displays his Lemurian Appendage:
I saw his body swell and become distended as a bladder, while the face blackened before my eyes [...] Yet the sight I had to witness was horrible, almost beyond the power of human conception and the most fearful fantasy. Something pushed out from the body there on the floor, and stretched forth a slimy, wavering tentacle, across the room, grasped the bust upon the cupboard, and laid it down on my desk.
The youth in question has "black hair and black eyes and an olive skin, and I saw at once from the curious vacancy of his expression that he was mentally weak. He touched his forehead awkwardly as I went by, and I heard him answering the gardener in a queer, harsh voice that caught my attention." But "he seemed anxious to do what he could, and was quite docile and obedient, and Morgan the gardener, who knew his mother, assured me that he was perfectly harmless."

Nevertheless, his appendage (or appendix) is linked with depressing regularity to ineluctably deep-rooted criminal tendencies:
Fortunately we have moved on from those benighted times when all Lemurians are viewed with automatic suspicion. Indeed, some of my best friends are Lemurians. Yet I can still see why some people oppose the idea of admitting Lemuria to the UN.

Just last night I was trying to tune the Riddled Dream Machine to the nude cookery channel Alternative Commonwealth Games coverage (that's the version where NZ actually wins something), but all I could pick up was this looped broadcast of a Lemurian Face-Dancer demonstrating her talents. Not I'm not accusing anyone of messing around with the controls or anything.

It would be irresponsible to wonder how much she resembles one or all of mikey's exes.


J— said...

Damn, that Google books entry won't show the image of the Old Woman of the Vinegar (p. 125), though at least one can read the text about her and her innate evil.

"Prostitutes lack wrinkles."

J— said...

Oops, text not there, text here.

J— said...

Wait, she's on the cover. Hurray!

Smut Clyde said...

Also the centre fold-out.

Smut Clyde said...

Pp. 125-126:
The following are our most important conclusions:
-- Prostitutes have larger calves than honest women.

mikey said...

Wow. As fetishes go, calves are kind of weak. Unless...You don't suppose he means the OTHER kind, do you? And he PAYS them?

Now THAT'S weird...

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Indeed, some of my best friends are Lemurians.

I remember Lemuria, but to tell you the truth, I consider myself a Mu man.