Back when I was in high school, one of the TV stations had a special program on the Hapsburgs.
One segment of the program focused on the crypt where many of the ancients – kings, empresses, princes and princesses – are entombed. A number of these people were not put into coffins, but placed sitting around the edges of the crypt, their bony shoulders still wrapped in royal cloaks and skeletal heads crowned with royal diadems.
My mother, never a respecter of persons, watched all this and muttered, “What is man that thou are mindful of him?”
And without thinking, I replied, “A little lower than the angels.”
It may have been the right answer, but it wasn’t the correct response. Medusa herself never gave me such a glare.
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