Once he realized that the Voynich Manuscript was a medical textbook, Gibbs explained, it helped him understand the odd images in it. Pictures of plants referred to herbal medicines, and all the images of bathing women marked it out as a gynecological manual. Baths were often prescribed as medicine, and the Romans were particularly fond of the idea that a nice dip could cure all ills. Zodiac maps were included because ancient and medieval doctors believed that certain cures worked better under specific astrological signs. Gibbs even identified one image—copied, of course, from another manuscript—of women holding donut-shaped magnets in baths. Even back then, people believed in the pseudoscience of magnets. (The women's pseudoscience health website Goop would fit right in during the 15th century.)
In all, then, Game of Thrones season 7 is a slight disappointment. While it’s likely to be one of the best slices of TV you’ll see this year, you’ll always feel like it could have been better if given a few more episodes to breathe. There are so few hours of Thrones remaining, which makes every second of every scene that little bit more precious. When plotlines are rushed, we feel cheated, and when characters teleport all over Westeros it throws out the steady and utterly deliberate rhythms that the show makes such a virtue of in previous seasons. Game of Thrones season 7 is a victim of its own ambitions and potential. Perhaps that was always going to be the case, as the showrunners keep their powder dry for the final season, but regardless of the quality of these last six episodes… you can’t help but feel this engaging, often thrilling seven hours of TV could have been truly spectacular if it had only taken its time a little.