There was a tiny cult in the 1960s that believed adult human brains were hindered by the skull, the hard shell constricting free thought.

They thought that infants and children with soft skulls allowed the brain and consciousness to "breathe" or "expand," and hence the source of their imagination and innocence.

So, this handful of cultists would shave their heads and drill tiny holes into their skulls.

Apparently they survived this bloody and painful ordeal, but none went on to become the next Oppenheimer, Beethoven, or Shakespeare.

Meet the late Amanda Feilding, the Countess of Wemyss and March, the year this aristocrat underwent voluntary trepanation (1970).

Unlike Dorian Gray, we all get to witness Trumpf's visible deterioration.