In 18th-century Paris, there were a lot of dead bodies and a limited amount of space to bury them, and eventually the city ran out of ground. The graves held so many dead that bodies burst through people’s basements. I once heard on a walking tour that Parisians who lived near these pre-catacomb graveyards couldn’t keep milk — it would spoil within hours. The bacteria in the air, from proximity to so much rotting flesh, would also turn wine. Catholicism forbade cremation, and crypts were already a public-health nightmare, so the only place to go was down. Burials within city limits were finally banned in 1780, after two decades of attempts. In 1785, the effort to remove human remains from graveyards and transfer them to underground tunnels was made law. That year, an old limestone mine was turned into an ossuary, and the city began moving all the bones there.

  Today, the Paris Catacombs are thought to be home to six million skeletons. The visionary designer hired to renovate the ossuary a few decades after its creation must have known he was building something that had lasting power. It’s as if he built it fully aware that it would be a tourist attraction in 200 years’ time. The bones are piled neatly along a winding path, with foreboding quotes in Latin and French painted intermittently as you go. But glance a bit farther, behind the orderly stacks of femurs adorned with evenly spaced skulls, and you’ll see more bones just piled up, bracing against the pattern holding them in. It feels apt, symbolic, all this mess behind an orderly front. The last bones were carted there in the middle of the 19th century.

  “How was your trip?” people kept asking when I got back from Paris. “Six million skeletons!” I kept saying in response. They wanted me to talk about the great pastries I’d eaten; I wanted to talk about the species of bacteria you can only find in catacombs, or how someone comes in regularly to clean the bones. After you read that part on the tour, you can’t help seeing the creep of green on some of them.

  In Rome, I visited the Catacombs of Domitilla, one of the largest in the city, with more than 10 miles of low, twisting caves, in use during the earliest A.D. centuries. In the eighth century, the Vatican had to remove the bones, because the crypt had fallen into disrepair, and vandals were stealing them. These catacombs are older and darker than the ones in Paris. They were built only to serve. No one had envisioned me and my husband crunching through them with a tour guide hundreds of years in the future. You can still see body-shaped holes carved into the rock where bones used to lie, exposed and stealable, and the little rock benches nearby where people in the year 400 could sit to be with their loved ones’ remains. Seeing the centuries-old Christian imagery finally made me feel claustrophobic — suddenly I didn’t know how long I had been so far underground.

  On that trip, we skipped the macabre crypt of the Capuchin friars, a subterranean chamber lined with bones, in favor of more ancient Roman catacombs. I went back a few years later without my husband, so the strangest thing I know about catacombs I learned alone. Historians agree that the crypt was built by a group of Capuchin friars using the remains of their fellows over a 300-year span beginning in 1528. But no one knows who made such intricate designs from them, or why. I walked the string of a few rooms decorated with human remains by myself, wishing my husband could see them.

  Whoever built the crypt made intricate, precise motifs — these rooms go beyond the femur-skull patterns in Paris. The Capuchin crypt feels molecular, not skeletal: The repetition of hipbones reminded me of amoebas, the snaking vertebras of dendrites. I walked through rooms as nauseating as they were stunning: all these dead people, turned into décor. If you see a femur placed within a mesmerizing pattern, its former owner’s other femur could just be tossed carelessly into a pile. The control we exert over our bodies does, eventually, come to an end. When I’m confronted with that idea, it’s a relief. This person’s body became a problem to be solved by someone else, and she can’t be indignant now about what her bones are doing.

  My husband and I have always joked about what we want done with our bodies when we die. I am adamant about not being buried. I used to shiver at the thought of being eaten by worms. Now I’m only afraid of being alone, of being separated from my husband and my son, of being only a body by myself. Catacombs can look convivial in this light; the bones are practically snuggling. But even if I planned meticulously, abiding all my living fears, my bones won’t go with me when I die, and I won’t ever know if the machinery lowering me into my grave will creak and break, or if a sudden breeze will blow my dust onto those who survive me. The catacombs make you feel as if you already understood this. The bones make you feel wise. The dead multitudes make you feel comfortable, reminding you that there are more buried people than living people. So many people have done it already: You don’t have to be the first, the most interesting, the best dead woman. All catacombs are unique, like the people who made them — but essentially the same, like the people who remain in them.



  蓝月亮心水论坛开奖现场· 【老】【怪】【物】? 【比】【尔】【觉】【得】【影】【子】【对】【老】【克】【利】【夫】【的】【称】【呼】【非】【常】【恰】【当】,【那】【种】【东】【西】,【就】【算】【曾】【经】【是】【人】【类】,【现】【在】【也】【就】【是】【个】【怪】【物】,【和】【自】【己】【一】【样】【的】【怪】【物】。 「【我】【还】【保】【持】【人】【类】【模】【样】,【它】【连】【最】【后】【束】【缚】【都】【已】【丢】【弃】。」 「【如】【果】【没】【有】【意】【识】【到】【变】【化】,【总】【有】【一】【天】,【我】【也】【会】【变】【成】【这】【样】【吧】。」 【他】【抖】【抖】【手】【腕】,【铁】【链】【嘎】【拉】【拉】【响】【个】【不】【停】,【引】【来】【老】【怪】【物】【注】【意】,

  “【小】【夫】【人】……” 【原】【来】,【这】【对】【重】【生】【之】【人】,【竟】【然】【是】【一】【对】【夫】【妻】! 【等】【等】。 【那】【这】【么】【说】,【她】【契】【约】【了】【他】,【不】【也】【就】【如】【同】【被】【这】【帝】【渊】【所】【契】【约】? 【而】【一】【想】【到】【记】【忆】【之】【中】【那】【场】【惊】【天】【动】【地】【的】【大】【战】,【那】【帝】【渊】【的】【强】【悍】【姿】【态】,【他】【先】【前】【的】【某】【个】【小】【九】【九】【便】【霎】【时】【烟】【消】【云】【散】【了】。 【曾】【经】【跟】【着】【帝】【渊】,【他】【可】【没】【少】【吃】【苦】【头】。 【但】【现】【在】【不】【同】【了】。 【帝】【渊】【有】【了】

  【第】【三】【百】【九】【十】【章】【赌】【战】 “【也】【不】【知】【道】【是】【哪】【里】【来】【的】【自】【信】,【在】【炎】【家】【都】【是】【很】【不】【受】【待】【见】,【若】【不】【是】【碍】【于】【炎】【家】【的】【面】【子】【我】【都】【不】【会】【邀】【请】【他】【来】。” 【沙】【通】【天】【表】【面】【上】【微】【笑】【着】,【好】【像】【毫】【不】【在】【乎】【这】【炎】【凌】【的】【所】【作】【所】【为】,【但】【是】【暗】【地】【里】【已】【经】【是】【将】【他】【的】【底】【细】【全】【部】【泄】【露】【给】【了】【林】【凡】。 “【江】【宁】【郡】【城】【之】【中】,【白】【家】【为】【尊】,【白】【家】【老】【爷】【子】【据】【说】【已】【经】【是】【突】【破】【了】【天】【梯】【境】,【达】【到】

  【刚】【刚】【荒】【族】【族】【长】【拍】【他】【一】【掌】【的】【瞬】【间】,【也】【给】【他】【传】【了】【一】【些】【力】【量】,【而】【他】【此】【时】【正】【是】【凭】【借】【荒】【族】【族】【长】【给】【他】【的】【力】【量】【来】【急】【速】【前】【进】。 【数】【个】【时】【辰】【之】【后】,【荒】【族】【就】【已】【经】【近】【在】【眼】【前】。 **【立】【刻】【就】【朝】【着】【荒】【族】【大】【门】【冲】【去】。 【此】【时】,【看】【守】【大】【门】【的】【两】【个】【荒】【族】【之】【人】【见】【到】【只】【有】**【一】【个】【人】【赶】【了】【回】【来】,【不】【禁】【十】【分】【疑】【惑】:“【周】【公】【子】,【你】【怎】【么】【先】【回】【来】【了】?” 【之】【后】

  【黄】【岐】【收】【手】,【转】【身】【看】【着】【穆】【洹】【告】【诉】【他】:‘【这】【丫】【头】【根】【本】【没】【睡】【着】,【也】【睡】【不】【着】,【你】【没】【看】【到】【她】【闭】【上】【眼】【睛】【睫】【毛】【还】【在】【抖】?【她】【如】【今】【大】【病】【初】【醒】,【可】【经】【不】【起】【这】【么】【折】【腾】,【还】【是】【先】【好】【好】【睡】【一】【觉】。” 【穆】【洹】【回】【头】【又】【看】【了】【一】【眼】,【这】【一】【次】【安】【阳】【好】【像】【真】【的】【睡】【着】【了】,【面】【上】【一】【片】【平】【静】【安】【稳】,【他】【抬】【手】【为】【她】【擦】【掉】【嘴】【角】【的】【血】【迹】,【才】【跟】【着】【黄】【岐】【出】【了】【门】。 【一】【个】【多】【月】【的】【收】【整】蓝月亮心水论坛开奖现场【一】【月】【十】【四】【日】,【星】【期】【四】。【尽】【在】 【依】【旧】【是】【甲】【级】【联】【赛】【的】【场】【馆】,【依】【旧】【是】【恶】【魔】【战】【队】【熟】【悉】【的】【地】【方】。【这】【个】【地】【方】,【他】【们】【一】【个】【赛】【季】【打】【了】【四】【十】【场】【比】【赛】,【这】【里】,【就】【是】【恶】【魔】【战】【队】***【正】【式】【在】【国】【内】【崛】【起】【的】【地】【方】。 【今】【天】,【他】【们】【就】【要】【在】【这】【里】【进】【行】【季】【后】【赛】,【第】【三】【轮】,【冠】【军】【之】【战】! 【两】【支】【战】【队】【将】【会】【为】【了】【最】【后】【一】【个】【难】【得】【的】【名】【次】【而】【厮】【杀】。 【恶】【魔】***

  “【我】【的】【老】【婆】,【还】【有】【保】【护】【我】【的】【七】【个】【高】【手】,【目】【前】【还】【在】【静】【州】【城】。【如】【果】【我】【把】【他】【们】【叫】【来】,【一】【个】【是】【为】【了】【团】【聚】,【一】【个】【是】【为】【了】【给】【自】【己】【增】【加】【帮】【手】,【而】【且】【对】【以】【后】【夺】【取】【皇】【位】【也】【是】【有】【很】【大】【帮】【助】【的】。【还】【有】【那】【个】【万】【全】【楠】,【也】【就】【是】【我】【的】【岳】【父】,【他】【的】【主】【意】【也】【很】【多】。【这】【次】【我】【能】【骗】【过】【他】【们】,【也】【多】【亏】【了】【他】。” “【这】【个】【好】【办】,【你】【把】【他】【们】【的】【住】【址】【告】【诉】【我】,【我】【让】【弟】【子】【把】

  【一】【曲】【终】【了】,【舞】【台】【上】【三】【个】【女】【孩】【也】【是】【不】【住】【的】【喘】【息】,【她】【们】【也】【是】【真】【的】【拼】【了】,【其】【实】【最】【后】【一】【个】【登】【场】【本】【身】【就】【是】【一】【种】【压】【力】,【特】【别】【是】【在】【前】【面】【几】【位】【歌】【手】【表】【现】【都】【如】【此】【出】【色】【的】【情】【况】【下】。 【黄】【梓】【岚】【三】【女】【手】【牵】【着】【手】【冲】【着】【现】【场】【观】【众】【躬】【身】【谢】【幕】,【而】【此】【时】【观】【众】【们】【还】【大】【多】【都】【保】【持】【着】【站】【立】【挥】【舞】【荧】【光】【棒】【的】【手】【势】,【可】【见】【这】【首】【歌】【的】【魔】【力】。 【李】【睿】【岚】【这】【丫】【头】【兴】【奋】【的】【拍】【着】【巴】


  【陆】【晴】【婉】【静】【静】【的】【躺】【在】【殇】【歌】【的】【怀】【里】。 【打】【一】【开】【始】,【她】【就】【知】【道】【自】【己】【会】【是】【这】【样】【的】【宿】【命】。 【无】【论】【多】【么】【强】【大】【的】【人】【都】【会】【有】【弱】【点】,【人】【性】【软】【弱】【促】【使】【了】【我】【今】【天】【的】【失】【败】。 【我】【终】【究】【还】【是】【输】【给】【了】【他】,【不】【是】【我】【自】【己】。 “【为】【什】【么】?【为】【什】【么】【这】【个】【人】【会】【是】【你】?【不】【应】【该】【是】【这】【个】【样】【子】【的】,【我】【不】【接】【受】!!!!!!!!” 【咳】。【咳】 【陆】【晴】【婉】【又】【咳】【出】



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