Prague's astronomical clock is astronomically disappointing. People stand there for over thirty minutes to see it come to life and when it finally does, the figures' limbs shift all of two inches like broken Disney animatronics, the little rooster jerks its stupid wings, and you see the tourists who've been waiting all that time die a little inside.
The four figures along the top are the fears of the Church. There's Vanity, checking himself out in a mirror, as Vanity does. There's the Jewish moneylender. Death of course. Then on the end the Turkish muslim who lures you from the Lord with his sweet sweet songs.
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