One Summer in the 70s, I got my driver's license riding a bumper car at Legoland.  The license bore my photograph and was made official with a Danish postage stamp cancelled on site.  On the way to Legoland Billund we stopped to see a genuine preserved bog man--the Tolund Man, whose serene face belies the fact that he was likely ritually strangled before being given up to the gods of the peat bog in the hope of better harvests. When I look back at this medieval man's leatherly face, I am reminded of another gaunt, tawny face.  Is it perhaps the bust of Machiavelli?  He certainly didn't take any prisoners. Or maybe it was the bust of another such fella, who also didn't take any wooden nickels! Even so, I am sure he did endeavour to persevere.