I wonder what plant it is that Cranach's Adam in the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna has on his nether parts? It looks like an epiphyte, something like an orchid. It would be amusing: in that case it is Eve who has plucked the flower, and not the other way round
In the finale of the Strugatskys' Roadside Picnic, the Golden Ball is told: "Happiness for everybody, free, and let nobody go away unsatisfied!" I do not promise to offend nobody, but the digest really does come free of charge. So, here is the main business of the
Frederic Leighton. “Daedalus and Icarus”, 1869 Daedalus warns his son not to climb too high: the heat of the sun may melt the wax, but Icarus is already gazing into the distance, and the lamentations of a foolish old man interest him not in the least
