You are on the threshold of a "dream", perhaps a nightmare. Tonight, the threshold lies somewhere behind us. Beyond it is an older world. A world before electricity, before antibiotics, before anyone had thought to put instructions on dangerous things. A world of kings and fools, physicians and apothecaries, superstition and certainty. An age in which almost everything had an explanation. Unfortunately, most of the explanations were wrong. Disease could be blamed upon the stars. Misfortune upon the Devil. Madness upon God. And if something truly inexplicable occurred, there was usually a perfectly respectable man nearby prepared to explain it at considerable length. These were simpler times. Life was shorter. Justice was swifter. Medicine was considerably more adventurous. And ignorance, far from being an embarrassment, was often the accepted scientific position. Yet perhaps they were not so different from us. They believed what they were told. They trusted experts they did not understand. They obeyed rules whose origins had long been forgotten. And when things went badly wrong, they found somebody else to blame. Some habits, it seems, survive remarkably well. You are about to enter a place where history has become slightly unfastened from its frame. Where fact and superstition sit comfortably beside one another. And where the past may turn out to be rather less distant than we would like to believe. Nothing here is real, nevertheless everything you hear is true. Come on in and take a seat. It’s about to begin. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. much.
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