The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde as published in Lippincott’s Magazine

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Happy anniversary Win and Régine!

Aug. 16th, 2003

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Harry Clarke, Descent into the maelstrom (…into the howling phlegethon below); Edgar Allan Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination, 1919.

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Herta Oberheuser

Herta Oberheuser is proof that unspeakable war atrocities are not just a man’s game. As a physician at Ravensbruck concentration camp, she specialized inbrutal experiments conducted on women and children.
These experiments were straight out of a horror movie. She deliberately wounded some of her victims, after which she contaminated the open wound with bacteria or foreign objects such as glass shards, rusty nails, or sawdust. The subjects remained alive and in agony until Oberhauser judged that their death was imminent. She then killed them with injections of oil, gasoline, or evipan hexobarbital, sentencing them to an agonizing death that took three to five minutes, which the subjects endured in complete consciousness until the last second. Finally, Oberhauser dissected the bodies, removing limbs and organs for her experiments.
Despite being among the most twisted and ruthless Nazi doctors, Oberhauser was let off with a virtual slap on the wrist after the war. She was sentenced to 20 years in prison in 1947 but released in 1952 for good conduct. Seemingly oblivious to the horrid nature of her actions, she even attempted to open a practice in Schleswig-Holstein, although protesters soon forced her to close it down. In 1958, someone finally came to their senses and revoked her medical license.


Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.

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