
I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
“Fixing a Hole,” McCartney/Lennon.
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go
I’m filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go
Archaeology was a pretty new discipline in the 18th and 19th century, so perhaps we can forgive the excavators who kept finding skulls with holes and tossing them aside. Oh, there’s another that’s been bashed in the head, poor bugger. Communication was a lot slower in, say, 1820, so they didn’t all talk to each other. They didn’t have a chat room where they could all post examples of what they’d found, to suddenly realize that Geez!, there were hundreds of these, and all over the world: Russia, China, Germany, France–especially France–Egypt, Greece, Peru–most especially Peru!
The key advance, if you will, came in 1867 in the Andes, when an artifact collector in South America named George Squiers wrote to an eminent French brain expert named Paul Broca. The rest is trepanation history. Because it turns out that 10,000 years ago, brain surgery was practiced, and it was practiced nearly everywhere.
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