The whole exhibit has a "you know what this is about" air to it, as in, let the tender viewer beware. But there was a special warning reserved for a separate chamber wherein reclined this nude woman, who passed away taking her fetus with her. At first I was irritated by the sort of sexist squeamishness that can't regard reproduction in the context of the other exhibits on our phyical form. Then I wondered if the mother and child dead, flayed open, on display, was more tragic than the previous forms - more tragic, harder to stomach. Finally I decided it was a form of goddess worship to place this mother-to-be, glamorous, in a separate space for