And this is the sort of residence that an alchemist would have resided in (or perhaps STILL resides in), inhabiting a cold dark room with a single window on the upper floor lit by a lonely light deep into the night, ever attempting to alter elements or at least effect a superimposing change upon self.
If I've had past lives, and I feel that I have, I was an alchemist in one of them. I probably wasted a lot of time chasing after impossible tasks, which is pretty much what I'm doing in this lifetime.
This is a lovely illustration by August Reseller from 1911 of a lion getting the royal treatment. 28 years later, Bert Lahr's Cowardly Lion had a similar appearance and treatment.
If you want to visit Cuba, you better do it soon before President Trump cuts you off and sends you to the principal's office. Actually, he'd make a good high school principal, I think — idolized by the teachers, hated by the students.
Any of you oldsters remember this guy? Buffalo Bob Smith and his little protege Howdy Doody ruled the peanut gallery with an ironic fist, way back when.