Oh, you're not alone. Apparently in some Catholic churches there are these little alcoves along the walls which hold life-sized sculptures or dioramas of the saints in their "passion" (I think that's what it's called when the saint is being martyred?). There was one I always had trouble walking past because it was so scary to me as a 7 or 8 year old child -- I think I was later told it was Stephen. Anyway, he had arrows sticking through him and broken bones sticking out of him due to the rocks that had been thrown at him, and this creepy expression with upraised eyes, like he wasn't even really there. Very frightening to a small, young me! ;)
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Re: And now, the test case:
Date: 2005-12-11 03:34 am (UTC)