Anorexia Nervosa does occur in boys, though less often than girls and there is a high risk of mortality.
Dr Hoffmann’s Augustus (Caspar in some versions) continued with the food refusal and went downhill unusually rapidly.
I think that’s his soup still waiting for him on his tomb.
Elizabeth Siddal was the muse/model/mistress and later, wife, of the Pre-Raphaelite artist Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882). He, and others of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood (she also starred as Millais’ Ophelia), were besotted with her long red hair, pale skin, slimness, languorous appearance and it seems her neck, which is somewhat swollen and frequently the central point.
She may have had tuberculosis, and died quite young, perhaps of a laudanum overdose. It has also been suggested that, coming from a poor background, she might have had a smooth neck goitre related to iodine deficiency.
Rossetti added to the morbidly gothic image by getting friends to retrieve his poems (suitably disinfected by a doctor) from her grave seven years after the burial in Highgate Cemetery. It was rumoured that she was little decomposed and that her red-gold hair filled the coffin. And yes, it is very likely Bram Stoker knew of this, as his good friend Hall Caine had been Rossetti’s secretary.
Are the railings round the tomb to prevent body-snatchers and medical students getting in?
Or are they perhaps to prevent something Undead getting out?
For Halloween movie watching I recommend ‘City of the Dead’, first of many great horror films from my husband Milton Subotsky.
Crows now haunt the churchyard of St Giles, Camberwell.
Giles was a ‘wounded healer’ hermit saint, patron of beggars, lepers and cripples, and was invoked against the plague.
They say that this church was dedicated to St Giles because of the healing properties of the water from the Camber Well.
My versatile nephew Oskar McCarthy will be singing from his coffin on 28th October 2017 at the Pleasance Theatre, London. It’s a semi-staged recital of poems by Gottfried Keller (1819-1890) with music by Othmar Schoek.
For more details of this candle-lit and macabre event see www.buried-alive.org.
P.S. My grandfather Lou McCarthy did actually wake up on a mortuary slab…