To Hell and back

Leaving Cleo back in 1st Century Egypt (at least until it's time to start my assignment), we now wander down the passage of time to the beginning of the 17th Century. We find ourselves in a German University, knocking on the door of one Doctor Faustus.


Never has a bloke been so clever but yet at the same time so stupid. Here he is with the perfect job, having worked his way up from a poor family to being a Doctor, but yet not satisfied. So what does he do? Look for work in a different profession? Study something different and maybe specialise in a different field? No... he does what everyone would do... sells his soul to the Devil.


After a little more heavy reading (Christopher Marlowe certainly had a way with words), we discover that Mephistopheles is a bit of a crafty sod and doesn't always give Dr F everything he hopes for. Sure he has a lot of fun and travels the world, but when it comes to paying his debt he's still got nothing to show for it.


Long story short... he waits until the last hour before he's due to go to Hell before deciding he's made the wrong choice. Well that's where I'm gonna leave you... this is the bit I've got to study for the second part of my first assignment so I'm not going to write about it here. Next stop 19th Century France...