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DE GAUCHE À DROITE...

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J'ai vu les persos d'Othello de cette façon dans un rêve. De gauche à droite: Bianca, Cassio, Othello, Desdémone, Émilia, Yago et Rodrigue ;) 


All right, this is a fanart made with the dollmaker.


  •  I thought, for my Bianca, mainly of that catgirl in SAO Alfheim... the cait sith (cat shee) leader...  Alicia Rue. Not to mention other dark-skinned blondes in anime, but mainly this catlike, flirtatious, perky, honey-eyed Alicia for a good reason. She (Bianca, NOT Alicia!) also has those wistful, chocolate-y freckles that add more mischief to her character design. Her twintails with odd ribbons are a reference to Harley Quinn, which continues in the laced corset (meant for ripping it open!) and puffy sleeves. As for the décollétage... that already explains itself, right? #ImSexyAndIKnowIt. (It's an eighteenth-century, risqué one, while the other ladies wear Victorian-style high collars). As a performer and a free spirit, she is allowed to wear brighter colours and show off more skin (neck, décollétage, limbs; maybe a little midriff when she dances) than Desdemona and Emilia. That wistful, perky smile and those tsurime eyes also reveal something of her personality. The red shoes are a legend of fairytale per se, recalling the titular Andersen tale as well as the Snow Queen and the Wizard of Oz (the MGM version, since they were silver in the novel), and the whimsy of these worlds so similar to our own.
  • Most of the male characters are in the military, so I gave them a uniform with rank distinctives to explain who outranks whom. It's a timeless period uniform with influences from Westeros through eighteenth-century Prussia, passing by the Swedish brigades of the 30YW era. The basic uniform is a white shirt with grey doublet and scarlet trousers and black Wellingtons; above, there is a Prussian blue waistcoat. Officers wear a burgundy cloak and matching pockets on their waistcoats, as well as a sword on their non-dominant hand side (As you see, Iago -with the missing eye- is not wearing cloak or pockets to explain his status as a non-commisioned officer). In the case of Cassio, "that frilly little stripling," that lacy scarlet-white cravat and the burgundy cloak are a shorthand for his lieutenancy and aide-de-camp position. His peaches-and-cream complexion, lack of facial hair, and long messy titian-haired queue with that blue ribbon call to mind a slightly darker-haired Enjolras, as well as the Beast from B&tB as a human, and also a self-portrait of Yours Truly (Sandra Dermark). Cultured and refined, yet slightly boyish and immature; and at heart innocent and your average nice guy, the kind of person we would empathise with when he suffers.
  • Othello's distinctives for his position as general are the golden flower-shaped cockade on his chest and the scarlet cloak (a brighter shade than Cassio's). His skin colour, café au lait... I chose that my Othello should not be bald (like, for instance, as played by Lawrence Fishburne) because then he would look like a Kinder egg. He would also look like Sam L. Jackson as Mace Windu, not to mention quite scary. Though he is a broken ace and a veteran warrior, my dream self wanted to make him at least slightly youthful and relatable. There are no battle scars on his face because they are on his chest and limbs, concealed by the uniform. An impeccable face and uniform to stand for that impeccable façade, while deep inside he's bleeding; that speaks volumes. His chest scar looks exactly like the one on Zorro Roronoa, if you are at least slightly curious. 
  • Desdemona was inspired partly by the fair-haired primedonne who have played her at the Verdian opera, partly by an adult Cosette Fauchelevent (not to mention Odette in TSP). Adorable, blonde, peaches and cream... like Cassio, she looks innocent and friendly and kind-hearted, and like the kind of person we would empathise with when she suffers. The dress she wears here is actually a replicate of her wedding gown, which she kept as a spare should her original gown be ruined; with a cream-coloured doublet on top. Her eyes are a greenish hazel colour, to compare with Emilia's dark chocolate and Bianca's honey, if you take a closer look (it's also a "green-eyed monster" reference and one to plant life!). She also likes wearing her husband's uniform coat and cloak, as he puts those garments on her to warm her during that night of love... but of course he stops doing it once he is corrupted. And, to get the picture of what she would look like then: that white gown and cream doublet end up all besmirched, torn and stained with mud and blood and tears. Needless to say the jewelled tiara comes off as well, and the silk flowers too; and those perfectly coiffed regal Titian-golden ringlets become a tangled, rumpled mess, like that of a troll, framing a bruised and brooding face. So this is definitely NOT Des post-handkerchief trick, but the pristine young newlywed.
  • Emilia is darker and more catlike than Desdemona; in fact, I thought of them as foils to one another. She is wearing a modest maid's uniform (which is most usually worn and stained with mud, blood, dust... from both her chores and Iago's mistreatment; this is what a freshly-washed uniform of hers looks like in the morn), and her uptight bun of dark hair, the same dark chocolate colour as her eyes (curtains match the windows), may stand for all the feelings of rage and pain that she has repressed for decades. When she finally speaks out the truth, as liberal as the north, she unties this bun and lets her dark nutbrown Rapunzel mane free, to emphasize this as they hear her roar. She also tears off her then filthy, bloodstained apron in a rage and flings it into Iago's face, not even wavering as she is wounded. 
  • Iago's missing eye (that on the left side of his face is a lock of hair, not an eyepatch) is due to a headcanon of mine: when both of them were young, a ranker Iago saved his beloved CO Othello's life in battle, but lost his left eye in shoving the darker officer aside. Nevertheless, Othello contrived to persuade High Command to keep the now one-eyed Iago under the flag, and not discharge him. Disabilities can make or break or change a person indeed. In the Grimm story Brother and Sister, the Dark Bride stepsister who suffocates the heroine and steals her identity "had only one eye." SurLaLune's corresponding annotation states: 37. [···] and had only one eye: Physical ugliness and deformity (although a politically incorrect term by today's standards) has long been considered a sign of internal ugliness, sometimes in fairy tales. Just as beauty represents inner goodness, physical ugliness is used to stereotype inner ugliness, especially in the literature of previous centuries. In male cases, like Horatius Cocles (ie Cyclops) or Odin, however, a missing eye is generally the result of self-sacrifice and an indelible mark of heroism. As for my Iago, being a queer male, I wanted to conflate the connotations of Odin with those of the stepsister who had only one eye. Like Elphaba's skin colour in Wicked, my Iago's missing eye is a deviant sign of identity seen as both a medal and a stigma. While Othello has no visible battle scars, it's quite obvious that Iago is one-eyed, and that for a good reason. Speaking of which, his facial features are inspired by sissy villains of anime (especially magical girl warrior anime) and vampires. When promoted to lieutenant, he wears a burgundy cloak with pockets and a lace cravat, like those Cassio had worn pre-demotion; as well as a real patch of crimson brocade on his missing eye.
  • Roderigo is the only civilian male in the leading cast, a fop, and a socially awkward, shy young lover. His whole character is meant here to look adorkable and camp straight. The reason why he wears so much mauve and so much fox fur (including the pink leg warmers on his boots, not only his collar) is to catch Desdemona's attention, and also to be in vogue with the latest fashion. It all contrasts starkly with the uniforms of most of the male cast, to hint at his fop-out-of water status. The character is also inspired by his namesake in Babes in Toyland, where the Skinny henchman is called Roderigo. He is also supposed to be taller and lankier than the other men, and to wear spectacles on those innocent blue eyes to observe things closer. He also wears a queue, like Cassio, but his is a silky, thinner and longer lovelock (hanging on the left shoulder over the chest), not inspired by padawan but by ThreeLights, and also by 30YW-era courtly fashion. As written of the fop Aselges by Phineas Fletcher in 1633:  His fashion too too fond, and loosly light: 
          A long love-lock on his left shoulder plight, 
    Like to a womans hair, well shew’d a womans sprite.




A LITTLE HOBBIT RIDDLE

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If you are left clueless and give up... highlight below the riddle to find the answer!

An eye in a blue face
saw an eye in a green face.

"That eye is like to this eye,"
said the first eye,
"but in low place,
not in high place."


(The sun in the day sky, shining down upon a flower)

FORTUNATELY, THE EGGS

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Hugtto Pretty Cure - Episode 15
My Own Review
FORTUNATELY, THE EGGS


We begin with the Nono family learning that there is a sale on eggs at Hugman, but everyone is too busy to take advantage of the limited time offer. However, Lulu offers to go and pick them up. After she leaves, Lulu wonders why she volunteered to do such a thing.





Cure Emiru, dekiagari!

Cure Emiru, keeping the world safe (through careful prevention)
Lulu then meets Cure Emiru – or just Emiru, who is copying a PreCure. Cosplaying. Lulu suspects that she isn’t a real PreCure, though there is a sliver of doubt. Lulu presses on, but Emiru decides to accompany her.




Saaya and Homare have a… erm… ‘tricky’ conversation
Lulu and Emiru happen to pass by Saaya and Homare. Apparently Saaya’s most recent audition didn’t go so well, and Homare isn’t exactly having much like with her figure skating.
Saaya is a fan of Emiru’s outfit – Homare doesn’t seem to agree
Moving on, Lulu makes it to the supermarket where the eggs are on sale, ie to Hugman, and there are a horde of shoppers all making a mad dash for the cheap eggs. Of course, Lulu has the advantage, and she is able to procure her prize.


At least Lulu detected around 87% precure potential in Emiru.





Never get involved with a horde of crazed housewives (and housedads) unless you have superspeed...


RUN, LULU, RUN!



Catching a dozen eggs in midair without breaking a single one.
Lulu Amour proves once more her badassery.



Not even halfway through, and this episode is amazing
Lulu has no problems getting two dozens of eggs from the crazed housewives and housedads who were rushing for it. She encountered Emiru who tried her best to help others but failed badly. Although Lulu told her that the people she help were happy with her thoughts. 
Whilst Lulu focuses on getting the eggs, Cure Emiru decides that she should help out some of the shoppers. However, since this is Emiru we’re talking about, things don’t really work out.

After leaving the supermarket, Cure Emiru laments about how she wasn’t really able to help everyone. However, Lulu says that everyone she tried to help left with a smile on their face. This cheers Cure Emiru up.





Voulez-vous... voulez-vous rester avec moi ce soir?
A flustered Emiru then invites Lulu over to her place, but she has to make a quick stop first. Before that, we briefly check in with the main cast.


The girls’ reactions to hearing Hugtan say Homare and Saaya’s names
Hugtan speaks Homare’s name, and we then get a delayed reaction from the three girls. She then says Saaya’s name. 




MEANWHILE IN THE OCTOPARK...






Emiru’s brief stop is to change into her normal clothes. She also reveals that she is not actually a PreCure, but a common muggle cosplayer and LARPer – Lulu had come to this realisation a little while ago.
Moving on, it turns out that Emiru’s home is practically a castle. Amusingly, whereas most people would have shown some kind of reaction to all this grandeur in the Aizaki estate, Lulu just takes everything in her stride.


Bienvenue chez les Aïzaki!
(Also, Emi's parents do enjoy their period costumes... are they actors, reenactors? opera singers, or what? They sing opera and dance ballroom moves, after all...)
They're actually cosplaying as eighteenth-century characters. Like what? Do they cosplay for a pastime, just like Batman dresses up in a dark cowl and prowls the streets at night?

Emiru’s parents and older brother Masato greet them when they enter. Emiru quickly takes Lulu to her bedroom, which has a couple of violins and a piano in it. Lulu is curious about the instruments, as she doesn’t know what music is. In fact, she has never heard any music in her lifetime.
This is when Emiru decides to reveal a secret about herself.

Just like Aoi Tategami before her, Emiru may be high society but she prefers hard rock to classical!


Emiru plays guitar
Turns out Emiru absolutely loves to play guitar. She then plays a song for Lulu, which captivates her. Lulu doesn’t really know how to process the emotions it makes her feel, but she does know that she wants to hear it again after the first performance.

Cue me daydreaming about Emiru and Aoi playing a duet, Master and Commander style, of the epic riff from Smoke on the Water.

That's passion. That's perspiration...!

That's the worthy successor of Aoi F-ing Tategami!!




Lulu can do nothing but listen, entranced by this soothing melody.



My heart is rushing... my head is reeling... my face is flushing...
what is this feeling?


 However, Emiru’s encore is cut short.


Emiru’s older brother Masato Aizaki. So far revealed to be both an ikemen and a major sexist jerk... but we give him the benefit of the doubt, shall we?
Emiru’s older brother Masato says that girls of her rank have no place playing guitar – they should play classical instruments like violins or pianos (sounds like a familiar critique? Think Aoi F-ing Tategami once more!). Lulu isn’t taking any of his crap though, and has a go at him for trying to decide what Emiru should and shouldn’t do.

When Lulu pointed out she does not know what music is, Emiru immediately showed her prized possession which is a red electronic guitar. Emiru played a gentle number which got Lulu to feel very strange about her feelings and when Emiru's douche brother Masato commented that guitar is not a proper girl's instrument, it got Lulu so mad that she reprimanded Masato on the spot.





This episode is the gift that just keeps giving
Lulu’s angry pout is amazing, by the way. Emiru thanks Lulu for getting angry and standing up for her – this is something else that Lulu struggles to process.
Lulu immediately got into a little fit which Emiru was amazed by her feelings and thanked Lulu for standing up for her.





This theender attacks with sound waves

It means that is about time for an attack by the monster of the week. The theender du jour is a cat-piano hybrid thing. It is not known what caused the adult male victim to be targeted, but it may have something to do with the Keyboard Cat meme (if you wish to know more, google "keyboard cat" on YouTube!). Cure Emiru rushes out. Of course, the actual PreCure girls also confront the monster.


Cure Emiru saves a young boy from the monster’s attack, and the real Cures call her a hero as well. 
Though all she got was a little woozy and Spinda-faced... hey, what's collateral damage?

The theender is then finished off in the usual manner.

A theender was attacking and the girls went into battle. Emiru wanted to help but Lulu told her it is dangerous. But Emiru told her that she wanted to help people because it is the right thing to do and proceeded to save a boy from being attacked by the Keyboard Cat theender. 
The girls saved the two of them and Cure Emiru was praised for being a hero!


I... me... a shero...?


Emiru is convinced that meeting Lulu was destiny
With the monster defeated, calm returns. Emiru is a little shocked that she done something so dangerous, but Lulu says that she did the same thing before. Lulu doesn’t really know why, but Emiru sees Lulu as a kindred spirit.
And thus, Emiru suggests that she and Lulu become PreCures together.

And thus, the Good Ship Emilu finally sets sail!


Lulu, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship...
(that ho-yay Casablanca reference just deserved popping it into this review, right?)


Emilu Pretty Cure...


…I would totally watch this.
Lulu... Do you want to be a Precure?

After the battle, Emiru was shaken that she just risked her life to save the boy but Lulu told her that she did something similar too. (From the previous episode) Emiru realised they are kindred spirits and wants Lulu to become a Precure.

Emiru is very enthusiastic about it. 


Lulu, on the other hand… (dreadpan as usual)




#Dreadpan. But Emiru is far more persistant than Anna in Frozen...

Which Lulu turned her offer down immediately however Emiru was persistent towards her. Although Papple was wondering why Lulu is behaving oddly...

This is one of the most funniest and best episode yet for this season. We knew that Emiru's stubbornness from her debut episode but this reach a new level especially Lulu's deadpan tone was a match against Emiru's antics. 

We do get to know more about Emiru especially her relationship with her dysfunctional family. Her family are clearly living in their own world and her older brother Masato is a sexist. It actually gave a chance for future episodes on how Emiru will overcome her family relationship which I hope to see it. 

Lulu was clearly affected by Emiru's song which awakened the anger emotion (righteous anger) in her. Although I am seeing a pattern now since the beginning of this arc. From Hana, Lulu learns about Comfort in a family. From Saya, she learns the Joy of taking care of others. This episode is awakening the Anger in her which I am suspecting the last emotion could be Sadness as she has yet to experience loss. Once all emotions awaken, it is possible that a miracle will happen to Lulu at the end of the arc.


Overall, a great episode especially the amount of face and over the top expressions in this episode and how Lulu and Emiru's fated encounter will change their lives forever.






MY OWN HUMBLE OPINION:
I am typing this review in a very bad mood. Due to flunking a subject taught by an exceedingly finicky and critical lecturer, who finds the faults and the "wrong work" everywhere in my works.

I am in tears, oh my god, what is air?! I CAN’T BREATHE! This episode was hysterical! Comedy was on point!!!
Is it a strange to say this episode felt like an entirely different series? It felt like I wasn’t watching Precure, but like a spin-off. I guess to some extent that sums up the nature of the episode.
As much as I enjoyed the comedy and interaction between Emiru and Lulu, and I am feeling a bit iffy about how rapidly Lulu’s development has been progressing. When she got angry on Emiru’s behalf, while it is supposed to “out of character” for her, I can’t help but feel as though they are they are being quite hasty with her “emotional growth”. I more or less suspect they are setting it up so Lulu will eventually rediscover herself and become a precure. In just the short period of time she was with Emiru, Lulu expressed various forms of emotions, from pain, comfort, nostalgia, pouting, and even getting angry. When this happened, it felt as though I was watching an entirely different character. By the end of the episode, she goes back to her usual deadpan expressions, so it is a strange progression to say the least.
I don’t know if Emiru will ever become a Precure, but she certainly wants to be a hero in her own way, even if it’s a clumsy one with no super-powers. Her role today was to help introduce all these things to Lulu, even it some of the things were borderline annoying (the comedy skits were really the only thing that kept things in balance). Although Emiru wishes to be friends with her (and rightfully so, since Lulu did a fantastic job of shutting up her "obnoxious" -actually nerdy and adorkable- brother Masato), Lulu has no interest in that, nor does she want to become a Precure with her. I laughed so hard when they brought up the spoof title (Erutto! Pretty Cure) and name, “CURE LALILULELULU”. Overall this was a great episode to watch! This episode’s primary focus was on Lulu’s character growth, one that we spotted a sparkle on her throat (although I don’t know if that was supposed to belong to Lulu, or Emiru, it was a bit vague to me). Next week will be focusing on Homare, perhaps we will be seeing a bit more of the other layers to her character as we did with Saaya in last week’s episode.

Of course, Lulu and Emiru were the stars of this episode, but the main cast got some nice little highlights as well.
With their interactions over the past couple of episodes, I’m really starting to like the idea of a Saaya x Homare ship. Admittedly the moments they have had together are relatively small, but I think there is enough there.
Hugtan expanding her vocabulary was a fun scene, too. The delayed reaction really made that scene.
Without a doubt though, Lulu and Emiru were the main attractions here. Their interactions with each other were brilliant. I have a new-found appreciation for Emiru now, particularly since we have learned that she plays guitar.
I don’t care for Emiru’s older brother though. What a terrible view to have on girls of rank who play electric guitars. I’m glad Lulu had a go at him. In fact, if the Tategamis were far less lenient and open-minded, she would just grab Mr. Tategami by the collar and call him out in front of his wife and retainer in that dreadpan way, while Aoi, eavesdropping, would stand frozen on the threshold.
Overall, this episode just felt like pure fun. It seemed liked whoever was responsible for putting this episode had a lot of fun doing so, and that really shines through. In turn, it made this episode a very memorable, and indeed, a very fun, experience.

Just like Aoi Tategami before her, Emiru may be high society but she prefers hard rock to classical! That was definitely a positive surprise, right?



WORTHY SUCCESSOR INDEED.  #WORTHYSUCCESSOR

IN NEXT EPISODE (16)
The spotlight shines once more on our Étoile Filante, now forced to prove her mettle on the basketball court, when she becomes caught in the crossfire of a feud between two classmates of hers who used to be best friends...

Despite her gaucherie and lack of tact, will Homare not screw up this making-up mission?

ANOTHER HOBBIT RIDDLE (ALSO FOUND IN SWEDEN)

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This little riddle, similar to that of the Theban Sphinx, has not only been recorded in the Shire of Middle-Earth, but also in Sweden of all places. In fact, I first came upon this one as a kid in a Swedish joke book, NOT in Tolkien's legendarium. Maybe I will include both versions of the riddle in What Little Sandra Read at Twelve...
Again, if you give up... highlight below the riddle to find the answer!

(Hobbit version)

No-legs lay on one-leg,
two-legs sat near on three-legs,
four-legs got some.


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(Swedish version)

No-legs lay on one-leg,
two-legs sat near on three-legs,
four-legs hopped up to two-legs and snatched no-legs.

Then two-legs seized three-legs and frightened four-legs.
And thus, two-legs got his no-legs back,
while four-legs got some of what was left. 

The answer to both riddles:
No-Legs: a fish
One-Leg: a cat perch, or a nightstand table
Two-Legs: a person
Three-Legs: a three-legged stool
Four-Legs: a cat

THE TRAITOR'S KISS - FIRST IMPRESSIONS READ

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The Traitor's Kiss has been on my wishlist ever since I first saw it in a Valencian bookshop. Just published by Alfaguara. But I purchased it on my regular spot in Castellón.
Erin Beaty has written this epic tale, set in the early modern kingdom of Damora, of a military company and the young ladies they escort to the royal court for their matchmaking procedures. Young ladies to be married off for political alliances, and dashing officers of their military escort, to whom their protection has been entrusted. Intrigue, mystery, impending war, impending revolution, life or death decisions... caught in a dangerous balancing act that will determine the fate of this kingdom.
I mean, I need something to take my mind off Mr. Sanderson's excessive harshness and this dreadful headache.

And now feel free to squee OFFICERS!! so shrilly that all the windowpanes for five m around shatter, please. Ever since I read the preview, I found Lieutenant Casseck quite charming (not to mention reminiscent of a certain Shakespearean character -smirk!- in everything: rank and name and personality and appearance... iiii, why does he make me feel so flustered?)... He's blond, he's a lieutenant in this early modern kingdom, he's an all-round nice guy, a gentleman with the ladies, and a dutiful officer... Ever since before I purchased the Spanish translation and had to content myself with the Anglophone preview, I was feeling as dreamy as dreamy can be. When you are under so much pressure that you get a literal worry-wart, what better than a husbando who ticks all your boxes to shoulder off some of that pressure? And even more now that the pressure is collapsing over your head?

Here are the chapters of the preview where our officers are introduced:

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CAPTAIN ALEXANDER QUINN peered over the jagged edge of a rock jutting from the hillside and squinted through the trees. The bright glade spread out below him, making it impossible for him to be seen in the shadows above, but he still crouched to stay hidden. His black leather jacket creaked a little, and he flinched at the sound, though it wasn’t loud enough to give him away.

He’d pinned his gold bars inside his collar; they were too shiny—flawless—which declared how recently he’d been promoted and how little action he’d seen since. Once the awe of making captain a month before turning twenty-one wore off, the glare bothered him to no end, but at the moment he was more concerned with the enemy seeing the bars flash in the darkness.

To his right, twenty yards away, sat two of his lieutenants, both hooded—his oldest friend and second-in-command, Casseck, covering his blond head, and Luke Gramwell, hiding the ruddy tints in his brown hair. Quinn’s mother was from the far eastern region of Aristel, and he’d inherited her dusky complexion and black hair, so he had no need for such precautions. Nor did Robert Devlin, positioned beside him. Rob had begged Quinn to pick him last fall. A new cavalry captain was granted his choice of officers so his first successes or failures were his own, but it had taken some smooth talking to convince the general to let the crown prince join a regular company.

At the moment Rob’s hazel eyes were wide and his face pale, his gloved hands clasped to steady their trembling. Other than in height and eye color—the prince was slightly taller and Quinn’s eyes were so dark they were nearly black—they looked so much alike, people often confused them. Quinn eyed his cousin, wondering if he’d worn the same terrified look just before his first battle. Probably. There was only one way to lose it, though, just like the shine on his gold bars, and that was experience.

Heavy snow and ice storms through March had confined the army to their winter camp in Tasmet, near the border with Kimisara. Patrols had started up again only a few weeks ago, and Quinn had been eager to prove his new company’s worth. As the most junior commander, he had to wait his turn.

And wait.

His opportunity came last week, and his riders picked up the trail of ten men almost immediately. While he wasn’t positive this group had come across the border, as far as Quinn knew they were the first potential Kimisar raiders anyone had seen this year. After two days of watching, he’d reached the point of needing to know more than just tracking could provide.

When the group of men came into view, walking—almost marching—down the road, every muscle in Quinn’s body tightened. They carried themselves like fighters, and he didn’t like the look of those staffs they carried. What if they smelled a rat? Beside him, Rob craned his neck to watch, going even paler, though Quinn hadn’t thought it possible.

At that moment, another figure came ambling from the opposite direction. He slowed his pace briefly, as was prudent for a solitary man suddenly faced with ten. The group of ten also looked at the stranger with caution, but they obviously didn’t feel threatened. Quinn’s mouse could take care of himself, but five crossbows were backing him up from other angles in the shadows, just in case.

Quinn’s tension increased as the men came together, and Ash Carter held up his hand in friendly greeting. The strangers offered few words from the looks of it, but seemed cautious. He turned and pointed back where he’d come from, probably describing the distance to some point ahead, or telling part of his story. Ash always said the trick to coming across as real was to change as few details as possible. Maybe that was why he was so good at this kind of scouting. Quinn would’ve had to change a lot more, starting with his name.

The talk concluded and both parties continued on their ways. A few glances were thrown back at Ash, but he never looked around. He didn’t need to—over a dozen pairs of eyes were already watching their every move. Quinn relaxed and sat back. He’d never get used to putting his friends in danger. With a series of hand signals, he gave the pair on his right some instructions, and the lieutenants eased back up over the ridge behind them and disappeared.

A few minutes later, Ash scrambled down the hill to join him and the prince, having looped around behind them once he was out of sight. “They gone enough?” he asked quietly.

Quinn nodded. “Cass and Gram went ahead to watch. What did you learn?”

“Definitely not from around here,” said Ash. “Most didn’t speak, but the two accents I heard were Kimisar. Not that uncommon in these parts, though.”

The province of Tasmet had belonged to Kimisara less than fifty years ago, and Demora had annexed it after the Great War, using it as a buffer against invasion more than anything else. For many this far south, Kimisar was still the primary language. It made identifying raiders more difficult.

The prince, who’d been uncharacteristically silent for the last three hours, stared at nothing. Ash leaned over and punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Wake up, Lieutenant.”

Rob jerked out of his thoughts and scowled at his half brother. “Watch it, Sergeant.”

Ash grinned. “Yes, sir.” Ash had trained as a page and squire like the rest of the officers, but refused a commission last summer, never wanting to risk outranking his brother. Most soldiers treated him like an officer, though. He often joked that his position in the army reflected his life as the king’s bastard son: all the perks of rank, but none of the responsibility.

“Any distinctive metalwork?” asked Quinn, drawing the talk back to the matter at hand. Kimisar soldiers usually carried symbols to invoke their gods’ protection.

Ash shook his dark head. “Nothing visible.”

“Did you find out where they’re headed?”

“They asked how much farther the crossroad is. I told them they’d reach it by sunset,” Ash said. “They looked happy to hear that.”

“Weapons?”

“A few carried short swords—not long enough to draw attention, but bigger than knives. Couple bows, but that’s to be expected if you’re living off the land and traveling as light as they are.” He paused. “Those staffs didn’t look right, though. They looked hinged on the top.”

Quinn nodded grimly. “Folded pikes. We’ve seen those before.” It also pretty much proved the group had entered Demora with hostile intent, but in twelve years with the army, he’d never met or heard of any Kimisar who hadn’t. Raids had been especially numerous in the last two years as Kimisara had suffered some sort of blight that destroyed half their harvest. There wasn’t much in Tasmet to steal—the population was sparse, and the granaries were all the way north, in Crescera. “The bad news is that means they’re ready to repel horses. The good news is they’re not as strong as solid pikes.”

Ash smiled. “Also that we’re just as good on foot as on horseback.”

“I guess that settles it, then,” said Quinn, pushing to his feet. “It’s time.”

“Time for what?” said Ash.

Quinn wore a wicked grin as he brushed dirt off his black jacket. “Time to welcome your new friends to Demora.”


THE ATTACK STARTED from ahead of the travelers, Quinn and his men taking advantage of the rocky landscape and a bend in the road to make noise that echoed around, confusing their prey. The strangers unfolded their pikes and dropped into a military formation to repel the riders coming at them, but ricocheting sound masked the second group, which was closing in from behind. By the time the strangers realized what was happening, the low sun obscured their view of the rear attackers. Half the group attempted to turn and face the new threat.

It was their first mistake.

Two of the foreigners went down with crossbow shots, but the other two archers held their aim, better as a constant threat than a couple more wounds. The riders passed on both sides and swept around, dismounting while the group struggled to reorient themselves. Before they’d fully recovered, the riders closed in on foot.

Quinn created the widest hole in the defense by grabbing the end of one pike with his left hand and sweeping up with his sword, shattering another right at the hinge. With his arm high in the air, he was exposed, but Casseck came into the opening and took out the only man who could have struck a blow, not that he’d had time to realize his momentary advantage. The captain grinned over the success of the move and focused on the next threat.

Prince Robert to his right drove his sword into the gut of one of the Kimisar, and Quinn moved to his side, ready for what he knew was coming. Rob staggered back, eyes wide. Without looking away from his cousin, Quinn slashed and blocked the weapons coming at both of them.

“Rob!” he yelled. “On your right!”

The prince recovered and pulled his sword from the body in front of him, but he was too slow for the weapon coming at him. Quinn had already switched his sword to his left hand to grab the dagger on his waist. In one move, he drew the knife and sent it into the neck of Rob’s attacker. With the sword in his left, he deflected a swinging pike, but not fast enough, and while he didn’t feel the wound, he couldn’t ignore the blood pouring into his left eye. He swung around to cover his weak side and switch sword hands again, but the man who’d wounded him collapsed with a spear in his back.

Ash Carter stepped up on the man at Quinn’s feet to wrench the spear free. The man groaned, but he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.

Quinn looked around with one eye. The fight was over.

Ash raised an eyebrow at Quinn. “You’re bleeding.”

Quinn wiped his left eye and looked at his friend. “So are you.”

The sergeant swept bloody black hair away from his forehead. “I’ll live.” He looked to his brother. “Are you all right, Rob?”

Robert’s complexion had gone a pasty green. “No.”

Quinn stepped closer and put a hand on his shoulder. “You hurt?”

“No,” Rob gasped. “I’m just … going to be sick.”

Ash appeared under Rob’s other arm, propping him up. “Let’s go for a walk.” He led his brother away. Though Ash was significantly shorter, Rob leaned on him heavily.

Quinn watched them go before turning back to the pile of bodies. Rob’s first taste of combat wasn’t quite as glorious as the prince expected, but it never was. Quinn felt no amusement, only sympathy. Lieutenant Casseck offered him a pungent-smelling rag, and he wiped his face and forehead.

“That’ll have to be sewn up,” Cass said, squinting at the cut.

“Later,” said Quinn. “I want to talk to the survivors.”

“I don’t think there are any.” Casseck shook his head. “It’s like they didn’t even try once they saw our numbers.”

Quinn frowned. “Explains why it was over so quick.” He walked over to the man Ash had speared. “What about this one?” Quinn pushed his sword under the man’s chin to make him lift his face. “Why are you here?” he asked him in Kimisar.

The man raised up on his arms to look at Quinn and grinned as he whispered something Quinn couldn’t hear.

Quinn squatted beside him, looking for hidden weapons before leaning closer, keeping his sword a few inches under the man’s throat, and now angled upward. “What was that?” he asked.

“Go to hell,” the man said, throwing his arms wide. His weight came down on the point of Quinn’s sword, impaling him through the neck. Blood gushed over Quinn’s hand, and he swore and released the weapon, but it was too late.

Quinn rolled the shuddering body over with his foot and pulled his sword free. He searched the dying man’s face for a clue as to why he’d done such a thing, but the dark eyes only stared blankly as an expanding pool of red formed on the gravel road beneath him. Quinn had seen death before, had dealt it plenty of times, but there was something horrifying about a man who took his own life. He shivered and drew his left thumb diagonally across his chest, whispering, “Spirit, shield me,” as several men around him did the same.

He was more careful as he prodded the rest of the bodies for signs of life, but none still breathed, meaning he had no prisoners for questioning.

Damn.





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THE ROCKY LANDSCAPE made burying the Kimisar bodies time-consuming, but Quinn insisted on doing that rather than burning them or leaving them to rot. His company returned to the main army camp five days later, where word of their confrontation had already been carried by courier. Quinn tried not to smile too much as heads turned and faces gathered to greet them. No one could doubt he’d deserved his promotion now.

Quinn led his company down the wide path between rows of wooden shelters set up for storage and smithing through the winter. Within a few weeks, they’d all be dismantled and the army itself would begin to move like a bear awakening from hibernation. The stables were already half down with cavalry patrols active. He drew his brown mare to a halt outside the structure and signaled for everyone to dismount.

A small body crashed into him as his feet touched the ground. “Alex!”

Quinn gave his younger brother a squeeze, glad he was surrounded enough that only his friends could see him. “Hey there, Charlie.”

The page stepped back, looking embarrassed. “Sorry, sir. I forgot.” He brought his hand to his forehead in a proper salute, which the captain solemnly returned.

When Quinn lowered his hand, he brought it down on Charlie’s dark hair. “You’re getting shaggy, kid.”


Charlie grinned, revealing he’d lost another tooth in the last two weeks. He’d turned nine last month, but to Quinn he’d always be the wide-eyed toddler who followed him around when he visited their home in Cambria. As he’d joined the army before Charlie was born, Quinn had been almost a mythical figure for the majority of Charlie’s life. “I heard you were in a battle,” said Charlie. “Were you hurt?”


“Just a scratch.” Quinn lifted his own over-long hair and tipped his head so Charlie could see the stitches over his eye. Cass had done a good job and the swelling was down, but it still itched like hell. “You should see Ash’s. Much more impressive.”

Charlie looked around for the other faces he knew before seeming to remember he had a purpose. “I’m here to take Surry for you, sir. You’re requested in the general’s tent for debriefing.”

Quinn nodded, trying to ignore the flutter in his stomach. Reporting after a patrol was standard for a commander, whether or not he’d seen action, but this would be his first. He handed the reins over to his brother and patted the mare on the neck before pulling a small bundle from his saddle. “Take my bags to my tent when you’re done brushing her down.”

“Yes, sir.”

Quinn straightened his uniform as he turned away, brushing road dust off his black leather jacket. He caught Casseck’s eye, and his second-in-command nodded in acknowledgment that he would take over until Quinn returned from his meeting. As he headed for the general’s tent, rising over the others several rows away, Quinn tried to strike a balance in his pace. He didn’t want to look too eager, but he didn’t want to keep his superiors waiting, either.

The sentry outside the tent saluted, and Quinn returned it as he ducked inside. He kept his hand up, rendering the gesture to the officers gathered around the wide table. His immediate superior, Major Edgecomb, was there as expected, and the regimental commander stood beside him. The general looked up from his seat, his close-clipped gray beard and hair looking as though they were made of iron themselves. Behind him stood his staff officer, Major Murray, and another man Quinn didn’t know.

“Captain Alexander Quinn reporting as ordered, sir,” Quinn said.

“At ease, Captain,” the general said. “We’d like to hear your account now.”

No pleasantries or congratulations on a successful engagement with the enemy. Quinn didn’t know that he expected much, but the five stern faces were a little unnerving. He cleared his throat and approached the table, which had a map laid out on it. Without flourish, he described his company’s arrival on station and how they discovered the trail of men headed north and then east.

“We tracked them for two days. They set sentries in the evening and appeared to have a hierarchy. Before attacking, I sent Sergeant Carter to intercept them and make close contact.” Quinn unrolled the bundle he had with him and laid several silver medallions and a roll of parchment on the table. “We recovered these from the bodies, and this map, which is too vague to determine anything from.”

The general looked up sharply. “You make it sound as though you made your decision to attack before making contact.”

“Well, yes, sir,” Quinn said. “But I obviously would have called it off—”

“Describe the attack, please.”

Quinn swallowed. “We ambushed them here.” He pointed to the spot on the map. “I used a scissor sweep, taking advantage of the angle of the sun—”

“What time was it?” Major Edgecomb interrupted.

“About an hour before sunset, sir.”

All eyes went back to the map, and Quinn felt he’d made a mistake, though he couldn’t see how … unless this was about Robert. The general must be upset Quinn had put the crown prince in danger, but he’d conceded months ago when Quinn had requested his cousin as one of his lieutenants, saying that keeping Robert away from action made him look weak. With winter weather cutting off communication with the capital, it was doubtful King Raymond knew of his son’s new duties, and it was the general who would have to answer to the king and council if something happened to the prince.

Quinn cleared his throat. “There were only three injuries. All minor. Prince Robert wasn’t among them—”

“Yes, we know,” Edgecomb snapped. His eyes drifted to the general, who frowned back.

The unknown officer picked up a medallion and traced the raised design of Kimisara’s four-pointed star with his thumb. “You have no prisoners for questioning.”

It was a statement, not a question. Quinn knew better than to make excuses. “The survivor killed himself. It’s not something I’d ever seen before, but yes, sir, I failed in that respect.”

Every man shifted uncomfortably.

The general seemed to make a decision. “I would speak to the captain alone.”

Sweet Spirit, this was bad.

The four other officers saluted and disappeared. After several seconds of silence, the general sat back in his chair and looked up at him. “This was our first potential raid in months. You can understand my disappointment.”

Quinn silently cursed the dead Kimisar. “Sir, a man who wants to die will find a way.”

“The suicide is secondary. Your primary mistake was timing.”

“Timing, sir?” Heat rushed to his face. “The ambush was perfect.”

The general shook his head in exasperation. “I’m not talking about your tactics—those are fine. You attacked too soon.”

“Sir, we tracked them for days. We knew who they were, and their weapons proved they were hostile. There was nothing left to learn.”

“Think, Captain.” The general leaned forward and tapped his forefinger on a junction on the map. “A few more hours and they would’ve been at Arrowhead Crossroad. We’d have a better idea of whether they were headed north or east. We’d know if they were splitting up or meeting someone. As it is we know nothing. Because you couldn’t wait to take them down.”

Quinn reddened and said nothing in his defense.

The general sat back again. “You’re in a command position now. These aren’t mistakes you can afford to make.” His voice gradually became less harsh. “You must see the bigger picture. Acting quickly has its merits, but so does patience. It’s a delicate balance, and not everyone who walks it makes the best decision every time.”

Quinn looked down at his feet, trying not to sink into himself.

“Son,” General Quinn said, “you must learn patience.”

WHAT LITTLE SANDRA READ - PART TWO

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WHAT LITTLE SANDRA READ

PART TWO - Sandra at Twelve

These are the works I discovered upon entering puberty. The first time in my life I spent Swedish winters and Christmases, and came more into contact with my other country's culture, history, and literature.
I also discovered symphonic rock, by the way, which still has a profound impact on me.
But I am not including any Norse myths, for that would take up a whole volume on the subject, and especially on how much Loki came to mean to me ;)

It will suffice, however, to recap how I was introduced to Norse myths at this stage of my life:
When I was a child, my dad read Andersen stories and Norse myths to me. The myths were from a book called Bland gudar och jättar (Among Gods and Giants), an illustrated storybook. I immediately fell for Loki: whether leaving Thor's wife Siv like Sinéad O'Connor, turning into a mare to seduce a giant stallion and birthing a pretty unusual colt months later... Loki, the enfant terrible of the Valhalla, had a profound impact on me. So I will only give you a taste or two of Norse myths. A taste of Loki and then a taste of Odin:
As I have said before, when my dad first read Norse myths to me, I immediately fell for Loki: whether leaving Thor's wife Siv like Sinéad O'Connor, turning into a mare to seduce a giant stallion and birthing a pretty unusual colt months later... Loki, the enfant terrible of the Valhalla, had a profound impact on me. Yet the most outrageous thing he ever did I learned not from Bland gudar och jättar, but from the Swedish radio show Friggs rike (Frigga's Realm), targeting a more adult demographic. It was the episode from the Skadi story that did not appear in my Norse myth storybook. Never had I heard of Loki doing anything more spaced out. And Skadi is one of the most badass female characters in mythology I know, a warrior woman so cool and strong, whose name means literally "Hurt" ("skada" in Swedish, "Schade" in German), so this story is sure to be awesome...
In storms the giantess Skadi Thiassisdaughter into the Valhalla. Armed to the teeth, with her bow and arrows and her battle axe. White and foaming with rage. The gods have burned her father to a crisp, and she thirsts for revenge.
"Keep calm," Odin says, then tries to appease her by saying that they will make up for her late dad by offering one of them as a spouse to her.
Nearly all hot gods are married. And nearly all single gods are faulty. There is only one eligible bachelor among the Aesir, and it's Balder. Skadi has locked her target already. Yet Odin knows that he is not the perfect match for her, so he tells the young giantess she will be the one to choose her husband, but on one condition: that she has to pick by only looking at her suitors' feet.
As she closes her eyes not to see where each of them places himself, all the single gods arrange themselves in line, barefooted, behind a curtain. Skadi, when she is finally allowed to open her eyes, picks the best-looking pair of feet.
It turns out that it's a match far worse than Balder she has chosen: Njord, the god of the seaside, far older than she, who lives on the coast where the air reeks of algae and the seagulls squawk night and day. Skadi, a mountain-maiden through and through, is not amused. So she offers the gods a condition of her own: she will marry Njord only if the gods succeed in making her laugh. And she has not laughed since her childhood. (Now comes the bit that is censored in children's storybooks.)
The gods try everything: jokes, making faces, tickling... to no avail. In the end, it is Loki's turn. Surprisingly (and you know how unpredictable Loki is), he asks for a rope and one of Thor's billy goats. Once he has got both the rope and the goat (the myth does not specify whether it was Gnasher or Grinder), Loki ties one end of the rope to its goatee, then lowers his trousers (in front of the entire court of the gods!) and ties the other end around his own family jewels. The most painful, unusual, and outrageous tug of war I've ever heard of ensues. Loki must be in searing pain, at least wincing, maybe screaming like a banshee. And Skadi begins to giggle, to chortle, then bursts out into a hearty laugh when the trickster falls into her lap, having lost the tug of war.
Thus, she has no other choice than to marry Njord. Theirs is a short-lived marriage, dissolving after about a fortnight to live separate ways as divorcés due to irreconcilable differences. But I'm sure Skadi never forgot everything that Loki did to her (he even caused her father's death and started it all, in the first place). Thus, it came as no surprise that the gods, when they decided to smite Loki for all his evil deeds, chose Skadi to be his executioner. And she made sure the trickster would be in pain within the end of times: turning his two legitimate sons into direwolves and pitching them against one another, she then took Vali's and Narve's guts and used them for chains to bind Loki to a cliffside, then placed a poison snake above his head, dripping venom on the trickster and making him wince and writhe in endless searing pain (of course Loki's wife gathered the venom in a bowl, but, when it ran over, she emptied it pouring all the lethal liquid on her husband...). Indeed, Skadi was really schadenfroh, or "skadeglad," as it would be in Swedish.
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Another R-rated Norse myth I got to know was the story of the Mead of Poetry, in a teenager book of myths from across cultures (Norse, Classical, Hindu, East Asian, Egyptian...) called En klunk av Kvasers blod (One Draught of Kvasir's Blood), by Sweden's leading oral narrator Mats Rehnman. The titular story is a feast of gore, intoxication, and steaminess my dad kept me from reading when I was a little girl, but I managed to read it in secret, once, during his absence. It begins with the two clans of gods signing a peace treaty and ends with Odin's unorthodox Promethean gift of inspiration to humankind.
So, to begin with the peace treaty: the Aesir and the Vanir, grown weary of years of war, gather to put an end to the armed conflict. And how do Norse gods sign a peace treaty? They all pass a bowl to one another and spit into it. When all the gods have mixed their fluids in the peace bowl, the froth begins to rise and take human shape. The figure born from the spit of the gods, Kvasir, is the most clever and learned of all sapients. He wanders through Midgard from village to village, sharing his infinite store of knowledge with humankind. But when he reaches Svartheim, the Home of the Dwarves, twin dwarf chiefs Fjalar and Galar, incensed by his words, crack Kvasir's skull open and drain his lifeless form of blood, then mix it with honey and store it in barrels in their cellars to create mead: honey beer. There is enough mead to fill three barrels, which the dwarves call Reconciliation, Acceptance, and Ecstasy. The Mead of Poetry is so strong a drink (stronger than Russian vodka?) that the drinkers who hold it become infused with Kvasir's knowledge and creativity. The Mead of Poetry is liquid inspiration. And Fjalar and Galar hoard it, deciding to take a sip every now and then. Until the drink goes to their little heads and inspires them to march on the Jotunheim (Giant-Home), where they manage to drown a married couple of giants. Their victims' orphaned children, however, do not hesitate to take a stand, and thus, the boldest of them, Suttung, captures the dwarves and puts them on a rocky islet in the middle of the ocean; a rock that, when the tide rises, is completely submerged underwater. At twilight, as highwater closes in, Fjalar and Galar pray for mercy and promise Suttung all three kegs of the Mead of Poetry as a fine to pay for having killed his parents. As soon as he puts them back on the mainland, they fulfill their promise. Suttung, once in possession of the mead, keeps it stored in a sealed ice cave, with his stepdaughter Gunnlaud shut in there, all alone without any distractions, to keep her eyes upon the prized treasure. Yes, there are no social services in the Jotunheim...
Now Odin himself, by chance, hears of the Mead of Poetry. And Odin, like me, thirsts constantly for knowledge. Having sacrificed his left eye and hung upside-down from Yggdrasil is not enough for him: he wants to drink the Mead as well...
Into the fields of Suttung's more sensible brother Baugi, during harvest time, wanders a weary drifter with a patch over his left eye. He offers the reaping farmhands a whetstone to sharpen their scythes, and the blades become so sharp that all of the reapers, fighting for possession of the whetstone, kill one another. Then, the one-eyed stranger offers his services to Baugi, impressing the landowner, since the stranger is strong and fast as nine men in one. When the harvest ends (within three days, that's how skilful he is), the drifter demands the Mead of Poetry in payment for his services. "You are Suttung's brother, after all..." After some well-deserved coaxing, Baugi takes up a drill and begins to bore through the door of the ice cave. When the hole is finished, the stranger (Odin, if you hadn't realized) turns into a one-eyed serpent and slithers into the cavern. Then, in the form of a dashing young man with a patch over his left eye, he approaches Gunnlaud, who is ecstatic to finally have some company. And that night, he deflowers her. The two of them manage to strike a deal: for each night of pleasure that Odin spends with the young giantess, the price will be a draught of the precious Mead. Three nights of love later, on the fourth day, quaffing Russian style, he drains each of the three kegs at one fell swoop (man, so much lovemaking makes one really thirsty...), then escapes through the hole in the shape of an eagle, with an infuriated Suttung, also in predatory avian form, hot on his talons. Thus, to fly lighter and easier, Odin drains himself of the Mead at both ends. Some of it falls into Midgard as eagle spew, and some as eagle poo. And, anywhere the Mead falls in either form, culture, knowledge, and creativity thrive among humankind, as a gift from the one-eyed god.

After so much violence, we may kind of tone down with some more innocent children's stories. Not only by Andersen, but also expurgated without any blood or guts. Yet, to quote Andersen and C.S. Lewis, these stories are not only for children, but also for reading adults to awaken... Shall we?


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When I was eight, in the year 2000, my dad gave me an ad usum adaptation (without any blood or guts) of Andersen's most famous stories (The Firelighter, The Little Mermaid, The Christmas Tree, The Ugly Duckling, The Tin Soldier, The Princess and the Pea...), illustrated by Cathie Shuttleworth. The translation, however, was not faithful to Nicola Baxter's source text, but a more or less free retelling by a Swedish translator called Ingrid Warne.
At a whopping sixteen pages long (the length of the longest story she had read for an eight-year-old!), the ad usum Snow Queen in this compilation was, together with Norse myths starring Loki, shonen anime like One Piece, Genesis's Nursery Cryme and Foxtrot, and Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon and Wish You Were Here, one of the works that shaped my tweenage years for reads and re-reads.
This is my English translation from Warne's Swedish of the Snow Queen in that collection. Together with the Lev Atamanov film, which I saw for the first time at Club Super 3 around the same year, it was my childhood introduction to this tale.


And thus, without further ado, I am proud to introduce:

THE SNOW QUEEN 
Translated from the Swedish child-friendly adaptation by Ingrid Warne
into English by Sandra Dermark
(With vintage illustrations by Elizabeth Ellender)






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Maybe the secret of Andersen stories is that they he writes as if he were speaking out loud. Through this orality, we can hear his voice between the lines, how he tells his tales to friends, to little children.
In their original form, Andersen's tales are often very long and a little complicated when it comes to language; they can be incredibly sorrowful and sometimes even gory. Here, they have been retold and adapted with a careful hand. The gore and the tragedy have been toned down, and thus, these stories can also be told to, and read by, the youngest audiences.

I.
First, you ought to know a little about this wicked sorcerer and his mirror. In that mirror, everything turned hideous and frightening, and, if someone smiled at their own reflection, the only thing that could be seen was a sinister Cheshire-Cat grin. When people looked into the sorcerer's mirror, they said: "Ewww, how ugly and how wretched everything is! It does not pay at all to be kind..."
One day, the mirror shattered. The shards flew over the whole wide world and lodged in human eyes, where they warped the sight of their victims. But no one could even feel that they had got such a shard in one eye, since the shards were so tiny. All they could notice was that the world around them had turned so hideous and filthy... Several shards lodged within human hearts, that instantly froze to ice. Nevermore could anyone feel any hope or joy.


II.
In those days, there lived two children, each one in a garret, their windows opposite one another, high above their bustling street. They had the custom of waving at each other across the street. Outside the windows, upon the sills, there were two large planter boxes, where, for three quarters of the year, roses bloomed and sweetpeas entwined, and, since their respective homes were so close to one another, the children frequently climbed over and across these boxes, like a suspended bridge, whenever the girl visited the boy's place or vice versa. Her name was Gerda, and his name was Kai.
In winter, their parents took the planter boxes indoors, and thus, Gerda and Kai had to run down all the stairs, and then up all the stairs across the street, if one of them wanted to visit the other. Sometimes, the snow whirled around the corners, and sometimes, little white snowflakes danced around.
"You do know that there is a snow queen?" asked Gerda's old grandmamma. "Try to find the biggest snowflake of them all, for that flake is the Snow Queen."
Later the same evening, when Kai was going to bed, he walked to the window and peered out. Right then, he saw a large snowflake that alighted upright upon the windowsill. As Kai stood there watching, the flake began to grow into a most beautiful lady in white. Her icy blue eyes glittered like stars, and her whole self shone with a strange, cold light.
Kai immediately understood that it was the Snow Queen. She was the loveliest sight he had ever seen, but, when she waved at him, he was frightened by the piercing cold look in her eyes. He turned his back to the windows and curled up in his warm bed. Right as he pulled the cover over his head, a dark shadow flew by outside the window.
The next day, when Kai was playing with Gerda as usual, he let out a scream of pain. "My heart is hurting so much..." he groaned, wincing "And my left eye as well."
Little to nothing could Kai know about the fact that a mirror shard had just lodged in his heart, and another, a splinter, in one of his eyes.
"Does it hurt much?" asked little Gerda in a friendly tone.
"Don't stand there gawking and looking at me like that!" Kai sneered. "Besides, I don't want to play with you anymore. You are stupid."
"But we were about to look at my new storybook," said an astonished Gerda.
"Storybooks are only for babies," Kai sneered, letting some snow fall on his coattails and letting Gerda see it through his magnifying glass. "Ice crystals, on the other hand, are completely perfect. Now I'm off to the Market Square to sled."
The local bad boys found a frequent thrill in lassoing some horse-drawn carriage as they sat upon their sleds. Thus, they would set off and be pulled along through the streets at breakneck speed! As Kai was now looking around for the perfect carriage to hitch a ride on, he saw a two-horse open sleigh, pulled by two beautiful horses, in the middle of the Market Square. "That's the sleigh that shall pull me," Kai thought. And thus, he lassoed that carriage, and the sleigh set forth with such tremendous power that Kai was pulled off his sled, and had to cling to the back of the seat, behind the driver.
Out of town the carriage drove, and the snow whirled around Kai. He began to feel really frightened, but he did not even dare to let go. In the end, the sleigh stopped in the open countryside and the driver who held the reins turned around. Then, Kai saw that it was the Snow Queen.
"Are you cold?" she asked him, stealing from him a kiss that erased all his remembrance of the past. "Come and sit here by my side and wrap my fur coat around you..." The Snow Queen was lovelier than ever before. Kai felt no longer afraid when the sleigh picked up speed once more and literally flew forth over the sparkling snow. High up in the sky twinkled the stars.



III.
But at home, little Gerda went about and mourned her playmate. Where could Kai have gone? People said that he was most likely dead, but Gerda refused to believe something that dreadful. As soon as springtime came, she donned her brand new red shoes and went forth to look for her missing friend.
Soon, she came to a wonderful orchard, where cherry trees stood in full bloom among the quaint little cottages. One of the doors opened, and there stood an old lady in a flowered straw hat. Her smile was so friendly that Gerda could not resist telling her about Kai, and how he had vanished without a trace.
"I have not seen him," the old lady said, "but most surely he will drop by around here, sooner or later. Why not stay here and wait for him?"
The old lady had, for a long long time, wished for a sweet little girl to call her own. Now, she let Gerda play in the beautiful orchard all springtime and summer long, but she took the care to wish all the roses away; otherwise, the girl would sadly be seized with homesickness, the old lady thought.
But she had forgotten the roses that decorated her hat! One lovely day, Gerda took a look at it. "Oh, no!" she gasped. "It will soon be autumn, and I have wasted all the springtime and summer away. I forgot why I once ventured out into the wide world... It was to look for Kai!"
And, without even donning her red shoes, she hastened away from the beautiful orchard. On she walked and walked.



IV.
Soon, her feet were sore, and she sat down for a rest. Then, a crow swooped down in front of her and began to peck the seeds on the ground.
Gerda asked the crow if he had seen Kai.
"Maybe I could," the crow began. "But he has forgotten you. All he can think of now is the princess."
And thus, he began to explain. The princess of the kingdom where Gerda and the crow were at the moment was very clever and learned. When she had read all the books in the castle library, she decided to look for someone she could marry. But it had not to be a twit at all!
The princess had an announcement printed in the press, and soon the castle courtyard was full of suitors, each one brighter than the other. But when they at last stood before the princess, they were so impressed both by her and by the golden throne she sat upon that they could not even breathe a word.
But one day, there came a boy who was neither afraid of the princess nor of her great fortune. He began a lively conversation with her about everything that she was interested in.
"Of course it was Kai!" Gerda gasped. "Now I must get to the castle and try to reach him there. But how could we do it?"
"I shall see what I can do," the crow promised before he flew away. In the evening, he returned: "My fiancée, the princess's pet who lives at the castle, will let us in through the back door."
Gerda hastened to the royal castle, where the fiancée crow really stood there waiting by the back door, that stood ajar. Right when Gerda was about to sneak up the spiral staircase, some soldiers passed by on horseback. But both men and horses were merely like twilight shadows. "These are dreams," the crows explained. "Things that the sleepers within the castle are dreaming of."
In the end, Gerda found the royal bedchamber. There stood two beds; in one of them lay the princess, and in the other, a head of messy hair popped up from the covers. Gerda pulled the covers off the sleeping lad. Then, she saw that it was not Kai at all, but a young prince.
Gerda began to cry with such heart-rending sobs that she woke up both the prince and the princess. They felt sorry for the little maiden and decided to help her. They promised her new shoes and a carriage of gold. Two footmen were to drive Gerda further on through her quest.




V.
But, as they were driving through the dark woods, some bandits attacked them and took the golden carriage.
Maybe they should have killed Gerda, if a young girl who was part of the robber band had not pleaded and nagged for her sake. Now, she was escorted instead to their den, a crumbling old ruin.
The robber maiden had a pet reindeer, that she rode into battle and wanted Gerda to say hello to. She had expected the robber maiden's fiery steed to be a pony or a little mule instead. The reindeer didn't appear to feel at home in the robbers' den, Gerda thought.
That night, she lay and listened to the owls who roosted and hooted high up there in the rafters. And, quite unexpectedly, one of them said:
"I have seen Kai, hoot hoot! It was last winter, and he flew with the Snow Queen in her carriage!"
"They were surely heading towards Lapland," another owl replied, "for there melts neither the snow nor the frost. Never, nevermore."
"That's right," the reindeer joined in. "The Snow Queen has her castle there, and I know for I was born in Lapland."
The robber maiden heard the whole conversation as well, and, at the crack of dawn, she told Gerda:
"I shall set my reindeer free if he promises to carry you on his back all the way up north to Lapland." The reindeer took to high leaps of joy, and Gerda shed tears of elation. On that very same morning, she climbed up on the deer's back, and off they set forth.
By day and by night they travelled, through deep forests and across high mountain ranges. In the end, the reindeer stopped in the middle of the tundra and said:
"All right, this is Lapland. Don't you see my wonderful Northern Lights?"

VI.
Shortly afterwards, they found a little deerskin tent where they asked to spend the night. When the Saami woman who lived in that tent heard where they were heading, she replied:
"The Snow Queen's palace? It's a long way to go, for the palace is in the Finmark, near the North Pole. But I know a wise Finmark woman who surely will help you find the way."
The next day, they set off once more. Gerda carried a letter that she was to give the Finmark woman. Inside her tent, it was warm and cozy, in spite of the snowstorm raging outside. After a while, Gerda could take off her cloak, her hat, and her shoes. Then, she gave the message to the wise woman, who read it most carefully.
"If Gerda could only do magic!" the reindeer sighed mournfully. "Then, she could have forced the Snow Queen and get Kai back..."
"Little Gerda has no need for magic," the Finmark woman replied. "She has a kind heart, and that's all she needs. Kai is happy at the Snow Queen's only because his heart is frozen. And, furthermore, there's a shard of the sorcerer's mirror in one of his eyes."
The wise woman then turned to the reindeer and resumed:
"You shall carry Gerda to the Snow Queen's garden, and leave her there, by the holly bush with red berries."
Gerda climbed once more up to the reindeer's back. She forgot her cloak, her hat, and her shoes.
The reindeer did as the wise woman had told, even if he did not like at all the idea of leaving Gerda all alone there, without any warm clothes, in the middle of the snowstorm.
A whole regiment of snowflakes whirled around Gerda. Some of them were icy blue, with monstrous shapes, and seemed to attack her; while others were white and soft, and, as they confronted the monsters, showed her the way to follow.


VII.
And so Gerda came to the Snow Queen's palace, whose walls were made of driven snow and whose doors and windowpanes were of ice hardened by the north winds. Only Gerda's warm heart kept her from freezing to death. The Queen herself was nowhere to be seen, having just left her throne room to bring the winter down south again.
In a little oubliette, she finally found Kai. He walked about pushing large blocks of ice as if it were a rather meaningful duty that had been assigned to him.
"Oh, Kai!" Gerda called him.
But Kai merely kept on moving his blocks. He was as pale and frozen as a statue of ice.
Yet Gerda stormed forth towards him and clasped him in her arms. Tears of joy coursed down her cheeks and onto his chest, seeping straight into his heart and thawing the hard layer of ice.
Outside the palace, the reindeer was waiting, and now began the long journey back home. Wherever they went, the snow melted away, and the grass and the flowers began to shoot up. They met the robber maiden on horseback, for she had emancipated herself on a quest through the wide world; she told them that the princess and her prince were travelling through foreign countries on honeymoon.
At last, they saw their hometown before them. Kai and Gerda quickened their pace.
It was as if time had frozen in their absence: everything in town was exactly the same. Old Grandmamma sat, as usual, by the window, sunning herself, and the planter boxes were in full bloom with roses and sweetpeas. Kai and Gerda walked up all the staircases up to their respective garrets. There, they stood, locking eyes and facing one another, high above the bustling street. Had everything that had transpired only been an unquiet dream? Anyway, here they stood now, like ever before, as warmth and sunshine and the scent of flowers pervaded everything around them, from all directions.



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Another Andersen story I got to know was the first one in both the Nicola Baxter/Ingrid Warne collection and the original list of tales in official integral version. In English it is known as The Tinderbox, but I first got to know it in Swedish; and, in Scandinavian languages, the title ("Fyrtöjet" in Danish, "Elddonet" in Swedish) refers to any little device used to light fire. So a more appropriate translation would be "The Firelighter." Just think of a Zippo or any other classic period lighter... It's a pretty shorter story than that of the Snow Queen. It also has three big fat watchdogs (the heads of Cerberus?), a princess in a tower, parents who disapprove of her suitor, and it all starts with the aforementioned young man's descent into the underworld to retrieve the titular McGuffin...


THE FIRELIGHTER
Translated from the Swedish child-friendly adaptation by Ingrid Warne
into English by Sandra Dermark

A young soldier, home from the wars, came marching down the kingsroad: left, right, left, right! Soon, he came across an old crone. 
"Do you see that dry well over there?

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MY FAVOURITE GENESIS SONGS
All of these Genesis songs had a profound impact, a very profound impact, upon my prepubescent mind as well. I will never forget the time dad bought Nursery Cryme at Auchan when I was but eleven, how enthralled I was with the picture of that girl who played croquet with severed heads, and how much that album means to me since then, ever since I was entranced by the tunes and the lyrics for the first time in my short life.

The Fountain of Salmacis

From a dense forest of tall, dark, pinewood
Mount Ida rises like an island
Within a hidden cave nymphs had kept a child
Hermaphroditus, son of gods, so afraid of their love

As the dawn creeps up the sky
The hunter caught sight of a doe
In desire for conquest
He found himself within a glade he'd not beheld before

Hermaphroditus:
"Where are you my father?
Give wisdom to your son"

Narrator:
"Then he could go no further
Now lost, the boy was guided by the sun"

And as his strength began to fail
He saw a shimmering lake
A shadow in the dark green depths
Disturbed the strange tranquility

Salmacis:
"The waters are disturbed
Some creature has been stirred"

Narrator:
"The waters are disturbed
The naiad queen Salmacis has been stirred"

As he rushed to quench his thirst
A fountain spring appeared before him
And as his heated breath brushed through the cool mist
A liquid voice called "Son of gods, drink from my spring"

The water tasted strangely sweet
Behind him the voice called again
He turned and saw her in a cloak of mist alone
And as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake

Salmacis:
"We shall be one
We shall be joined as one"

Narrator:
"She wanted them as one
Yet he had no desire to be one"

(Instrumental interlude; she goes straight for him and restrains him, he struggles to break free)

Hermaphroditus:
"Away from me cold-blooded woman
Your thirst is not mine"

Salmacis:
"Nothing will cause us to part
Hear me O gods"

Unearthly calm descended from the sky
And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged
Forever to be joined as one

(Instrumental interlude; both characters are fused together)

The creature crawled into the lake
A fading voice was heard
"And I beg, yes I beg, that all who touch this spring
May share my fate!"

Salmacis:
"We are the one
We are the one"

Narrator:
"The two are now made one
Demigod and nymph are now made one"

Both had given everything they had
A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last
Forever still beneath the lake...

(Chorus in a hallelujah mood)

Did you know?
  1. When I first heard the Genesis song, I learned a new classical myth that I didn't know before! I thought it was a secret, but it turned out that there are more people who know it!
  2. When I first heard the Genesis song, there was a word neither Dad nor I knew that we had to look up in our Swedish-English dictionary. It was the first time in my life I looked up a word: the verb "to quench," which still speaks of inquiry to me (but they'll never quench my thirst for knowledge).
  3. Another powerful female that Genesis introduced me to was Lilith, the zeroth woman (look up "Lilywhite Lilith" on YouTube).
  4. My obsession with Hermaphroditus and Salmacis took place from my 11th year of age to the 15th, during all of my puberty, until I had started bleeding. Then, I had discovered Othello in a reader in a local bookshop... Was all of that by chance?
Returning to Genesis, it's about time to talk Lilywhite Lilith, another femme fatale song that meant and still means A LOT for me. Maybe it was meant by chance, a decade before she learned to know the group: after falling out of love, a drunken thirty-something Sten Dermark, detached from Spanish wife and only child (who barely knew his face), accidentally shattered the first of the two discs in his Lamb Lies Down double LP. "Lilywhite Lilith" is the first song in Disc Two.
(commentary)

Lilywhite Lilith

The chamber was in confusion 
All the voices shouting loud
I could only just hear
A voice quite near say:
"Please help me through the crowd"

Said if I helped her through
She could help me too
But I could see that she was wholly blind
But from her pale face 
And her pale skin
A moonlight shined

Lilywhite Lilith
She gonna take you through the tunnel of night
Lilywhite Lilith
She gonna lead you right

When I'd led her through the people
The angry noise began to grow
She said "Let me feel 
The way the breezes blow
And I'll show you where to go"

So I followed her into a big round cave
She said "They're coming for you
Now don't be afraid"
Then she sat me down 
On a cold stone throne
Carved in jade

Lilywhite Lilith
She gonna take you through the tunnel of night
Lilywhite Lilith
She gonna lead you right

She leaves me in my darkness
I have to face
Face my fear
And the darkness closes in on me
I can hear a whirring sound 
Growing near

I can see the corner of the tunnel lit up 
By whatever's coming here
Two golden globes float into the room
And a blaze of white light 
Fills the air...


Finally, the twenty-minute epic Supper's Ready also meant a lot to my musical and literary education. Occupying half the length of the album Foxtrot, and divided into seven parts like The Snow Queen, it also spans several registers from action-packed battle through Carrollian whimsy to mystical communion and return back home, just like the Andersenian novella. And of course the cast (aside from the young male and female leads, we have Narcissus, the Pied Piper of Hamelin, Akhenaton... and even 666, who is no longer alone!!) is not for trifling either. Like the fox on the rocks --that human-bodied vixen in scarlet on an ice floe in the ocean, while the hunting party stands on the shore, in the cover of Foxtrot-- and the Musical Box --the first song in Nursery Cryme--. 
(commentary)

Supper's Ready

i. Lover's Leap

Walking across the sitting-room
I turn the television off
Sitting beside you 
I look into your eyes
As the sound of motor cars 
fades in the nighttime,
I swear I saw your face change
It didn't seem quite right

And it's... 
Hello, babe
With your guardian eyes so blue
Hey, my baby
Don't you know our love is true?

Coming closer with our eyes
A distance falls around our bodies
Out in the garden 
the moon seems very bright
Six saintly shrouded men 
move across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front
With a cross held high in hand

And it's...
Hey, babe
Your supper's waiting for you
Hey, my baby
Don't you know our love is true?

I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't it?


ii. The Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man

I know a farmer who looks after the farm
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
I know a fireman who looks after the fire

You, can't you see he's fooled you all?
Yes, he's here again
Can't you see he's fooled you all?
Share his peace, 
sign the lease
He's a supersonic scientist
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man

Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life you'll walk inside
Hand in hand, 
gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary

(We will rock you, rock you little snake)
(We will keep you snug and warm)


iii. Ikhnaton and Itsacon and Their Band of Merry Men

Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest
We walked across the fields to see the Children of the West
But we saw a host of dark-skinned warriors 
standing still below the ground...
Waiting for battle!

The fight's begun, they've been released
Killing foe for peace
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang

And they're giving me a wonderful potion
'Cause I cannot contain my emotion
And even though I'm feeling good
Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule

Today's a day to celebrate
The foe have met their fate
The order for rejoicing and dancing
Has come from our warlord


iv. How Dare I Be So Beautiful?

Wandering in the chaos the battle has left
We climb up the mountain of human flesh
To a plateau of green grass and green trees
Full of life

A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you...

Social Security took care of this lad
We watch in reverence,
as Narcissus is turned to a flower
(A flower?)


v. Willow Farm

If you go down to Willow Farm
To look for butterflies, flutterbies, gutterflies
Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies,
like the fox on the rocks
and the Musical Box
Oh, there's Mum and Dad and good and bad
And everyone's happy to be here

There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag
He used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag
The frog was a prince, 
the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg, the egg was a bird
(Fly away, you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)
Hadn't you heard?
(They're going to change you into a human being!)
Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese
And wonderfully clean in the morning

We've got everything, we're growing everything
We've got some in, we've got some out
We've got some wild things floating about!
Everyone, we're changing everyone
You name them all, we've had them here
And the real stars are still to appear!

(All change!)

Feel your body melt
Mum to mud to mad to dad
Dad diddley office
Dad diddley office
You're all full of ball
Dad to dam to dum to mum
Mum diddley washing
Mum diddley washing
You're all full of ball
Let me hear your lies
We're living this up to the eyes
Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa
Momma, I want you now!

And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause
You've been here all the time
Like it or not, like what you got
You're under the soil (The soil, the soil)
Yes, deep in the soil (The soil, the soil, the soil, the soil!)
So we'll end with a whistle
And end with a bang
And all of us fit in our places


vi. Apocalypse in 9/8 (Co-starring the delicious talents of Gabble Ratchet)

With the guards of Magog swarming around
The Pied Piper takes his children underground
Dragons coming out of the sea
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me
He brings down the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy

666 is no longer alone
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll
Gonna blow right down inside your soul
Pythagoras with the looking glass
Reflects the full moon
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune

And it's Hey, babe
With your guardian eyes so blue
Hey, my baby
Don't you know our love is true?

I've been so far from here
Far from your loving arms
Now I'm back again
And babe it's gonna work out fine


vii. As Sure as Eggs Is Eggs (Aching Men's Feet)

Can't you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever changing colours
In the darkness of the fading night
Like the river joins the ocean
As the germ in a seed grows
We've finally been freed to get back home

There's an angel standing in the sun
And he's crying with a loud voice
"This is the supper of the mighty one"
Lord of Lords, King of Kings
Has returned to lead his children home
To take them to the new Jerusalem
(Place of Peace).

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MY FAVOURITE PINK FLOYD SONGS
Pink Floyd did not play as relevant a part as Genesis in my childhood, but still

Syd Barrett

Crazy Diamond commentary - threnody, requiem

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

Remember when you were young
You shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond
Now there's a look in your eyes
Like black holes in the sky
Shine on you crazy diamond

You were caught in the crossfire 
of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze
Come on you target for faraway laughter
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, 
and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon
You cried for the moon
Shine on you crazy diamond
Threatened by shadows at night
And exposed in the light
Shine on you crazy diamond

Well you wore out your welcome 
with random precision
Rode on the steel breeze
Come on you raver, you seer of visions
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, 
and shine!

Nobody knows where you are
How near or how far
Shine on you crazy diamond
Pile on many more layers 
And I'll be joining you there
Shine on you crazy diamond

And we'll bask in the shadow 
of yesterday's triumph 
Sail on the steel breeze
Come on you boy child, 
you winner and loser
Come on you miner for truth and delusion, 
and shine!

Dark Side of the Moon - Lunatic Commentary

Brain Damage (The Lunatic)

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade you make the change
You rearrange me till I'm sane

You lock the door and throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

"I can't think of anything to say except... Ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"I think it's marvelous."
"Ha-ha-ha!"

Eclipse

All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel

And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save

And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy,
beg, borrow, or steal

And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say

And all that you eat
And everyone you meet (everyone you meet)
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight

And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon...

There is no dark side in the moon, really. Matter of fact, it's all dark.


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HAND IN HAND WITH GWENDOLINE

Oh, hand in hand with Gwendoline,
while yet our locks are gold,
he'll fare among the forests green,
and through the gardens old;
And when, like leaves that lose their green,
our gold has turned to grey,
then, hand in hand with Gwendoline,
he'll fade and pass away!

Andrew Lang, 1884
 
 
Oh, hand i hand med Gwendoline
han genom skogen går,
som guld hans hår, så ungt hans sinn
bland parkens gröna snår.
När parkens grönska övergått
i grått liksom hans hår
bort går han med sin Gwendoline,
med hennes hand i sin. 
 
Översättning: Eva von Zweigbergk, 1960-tal
 
 
As a kid, my father often sang me the Swedish translation of this little Victorian ballad. It was on a compilation of KLASSISKA SAGOR with Red Riding Hood on the cover. The Swedish version, translated by Eva von Zweigbergk, is also in the common meter or ballad meter form, making it equally singable to both "Auld Lang Syne" and "The Rains of Castamere."

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FOLKLORE FROM THE NORTH
KLASSISKA SAGOR was the title of the thick storybook in our place, the one where the Andrew Lang tale with this Gwendoline poem was written. The one with Red Riding Hood on the cover. But there were also folktales

NOW I'LL COME AND GET YOU!!
When I was a tween, my dad was a master at telling the story of the Three Billy Goats in Swedish, doing all the different voice impressions (and this, like Goldilocks, is an oral animal tale that relies heavily on doing one's bass and falsetto). He made quite a scary river troll and quite a fierce Big Billy Goat, with the gestures to support that booming voice of his.

SEVEN SISTERS GO SWIMMING (IN A FLOWER LAKE)
This story takes place in a woodland clearing so full of cornflowers, and bluebells, and forget-me-nots, that wave in the nothern summer breeze... that seven passing-by sisters from the nearby village take it for a rippling blue lake, and thus, they cast off all their clothes and take the plunge for a dry swim in the "lake" of flowers.

THE BABY BOAT
Some people from a landlocked shire visit a large, bustling port town (Gothenburg, Stockholm, Turku... it varies depending of the region) and, upon seeing a majestic three-mast clipper tugging at a little yawl, they assume (after discarding the guess that it's a mother whale and her calf) that it must be a mother boat with her baby boat. They have always wanted a three-master, but sadly cannot afford an "adult" clipper, so they purchase the yawl, the "baby boat," from the shipping company and take it with them inland, into their patch of countryside.
From that day onwards, they place the yawl in different meadows and pastures, and even in a stable during the winter, measuring the "baby boat" every single evening, yet their charge does not even grow half an inch.

RECIPE FOR NAIL SOUP
On a dark and stormy night, a weary peddler knocks at the door of a cottage. A sourpuss old maid opens the door with a frown, telling him harshly that this is not an inn. The travelling salesman knows she's no Madame Thénardier, but he needs to bring out the best in her, coaxing her to let him in with the premise that he will teach her the recipe for nail soup that he has learned on his journeys.
"All right, but you will have to sleep on the floor."
"Thank you, that offer is better than sleeping outdoors at this time! But first, let's make some of that delicious nail soup for supper! So put the water on the boil, madam."
She puts a cauldron over a red hot fire and they wait until the water boils. Then, after popping in a rusty old nail into the water, the peddler smirks and says to himself within earshot of the lady:
"If only you had a little flour, it would taste better."
The old maid runs off to the pantry and returns with a whole sack of flour, that she gradually stirs into the soup, following the peddler's instructions. After a while, when all the flour has been added, he tastes it once more and says:
"If only you had a little milk, it would taste better."
Cue the old maid racing off and returning with a bottle of milk.

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AF KLINTBERG MIN VÄN

FROGMAN FRICASSÉ
In a very dry woodland in mid-summer, where and when bushfires are a frequent occurrence (I have heard Spanish and Australian versions of this story, as well as one set on the Swedish island of Öland), the charred remains of a frogman in full scuba gear, aqualungs and all, are found at the top of a charred pine, hanging like a macabre Christmas ornament half a year out of season.
Turns out that the frogman had been diving on the coast where the firefighting hydroplanes and hydrocopters refilled their tanks. He had been sucked into such a tank and released high above the flames...

THAI KIDNEY HOUSE MAFIA
Scandinavian tourists, frequently young and green, on a summer visit to a Southeast Asian country, are coaxed by so-called "activists" who speak broken Engrish to sign a petition, written in the language of that country, for "raising funds to save the rainforest (and/or the tigers, and/or the orangutans)".

MR. AND MRS. BATMAN
A concierge in the Norwegian town of Stavanger was, during the night shift, startled by sudden screams and thuds from upstairs, from a flat where a childless fortyish couple lived. After he had rung Emergencies and they had stormed into the couple's bedroom, they found the wife tied to a chair with sturdy ropes, dressed only in scanty underwear. On the floor at her feet lay the husband, unconscious, in a Batman costume, black mask and all.
Turns out that Mr. and Mrs. Batman were stuck in a rut, and trying a hand at bondage and roleplay. The cosplaying hero, standing upright on the bed and leaping off it, was supposed to swoop down upon the damsel and set her free. However, he had underestimated both his own lack of physical prowess and state of intoxication.
The Emergency services freed Mrs. Batman and reanimated her husband.
(Other versions of these botched randy shenanigans have the husband cosplaying as Superman, Tarzan, or the Phantom -a superhero quite popular in Scandinavia-.)

DIE HARD AND TRY HARDER
So it's this young man with a stroke of bad luck: girlfriend fell out of love, finds no job, expelled from University... thankfully, he has a water-tight plan. And, by water-tight, it means that the local river, strait, or fjord plays a major role. It's just as easy as going down to the bridge with a noose, a loaded pistol, and a box of Rohypnol.

PIRANHAS IN THE POND
In the park in Malmö, a dog owner is playing fetch with her pet on the shores of the artificial lake. The stick falls into the water, and the doggy swims in to fetch it... is pulled into the lake and begins to yelp... sinks as the water around bubbles and is dyed red... and that doggy never resurfaces.
It appears that some at least eccentric person has put piranhas in those ponds, and now they're a dangerous invasive species.

THE HEROIN BABY
On a plane back to Europe from Colombia, there is a young couple with their newborn baby on the young woman's lap. When a flight attendant approaches them,

THREE BUSINESSMEN AND A NUT
Three businessmen en route to an important conference suddenly get a flat tyre on a dark country road in the middle of nowhere. They do have a spare tyre; what is missing are the metal nuts to secure it in place. The accident happened to take place not far from a lunatic asylum, or nuthouse.

AN OVEN FULL OF LOVING
A young pâtissier takes a nap reclining against the oven... and does not awaken. His colleagues try to reanimate him, but in vain. They phone 112... and, a while later, they get the dreadful coroner's report that the young man had been oven-baked on the inside. All the vital organs in his abdomen were broiled.

EL SEÑOR DON GÂTEAU
Finally, I would like to call your attention to the tale of a young Spanish maid in a wealthy London household. The master and his lady are off to the opera and tell the maid to put the gâteau, assuming she knows that they are referring to the cake, in the freezer. They have a white Persian cat, which they love like the child they never had. Of course the Spanish maid has never heard the word "gâteau" in her short life, so she assumes, even though it might seem quite strange ("eccentric quirks of the masters," she thinks), that she has to put the "gato" in the freezer.

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THE KING OF HORROR

A CLOUD OF VERY SICK BATS

NEEDFUL THINGS

WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE (CHARLIE DID)

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WEDDING CAKE TO HEAVEN
You know you are destined to make intertextuality your passion when an allusion to an epic in the novelisation of a film meant for adults leads you to borrow said epic from a local library as a kid. While the librarian looks at you in disbelief, with eyes like oranges.
This is exactly what happened to me as a kid, with an allusion to Dante's Purgatorio in the library scene of the novel of Se7en, which I perused at my bachelor uncle's in Gothenburg.
Cue me, the day after that, asking for Part the Second of the Divine Comedy at the Stenungsund Public Library!

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THE MONSTER BOOK OF MONSTERS (by Edwardus Lima)
In those days I was, of course, the perfect age for being a novice Potterhead. And Grandad Lars, bless his soul, gave me the Swedish versions of all five of the books published so far. Now all of them were given to Ana Garcés except Goblet of Fire, my favourite, in spite of the fact that she cannot understand either written or spoken Swedish. The first book I gave to Ana was Order of the Phoenix, to use as a flower press, in my mid-teens: In between mourning Padfoot and cursing both Bellatrix and Umbridge, the Brick of the Phoenix (of the same size as a standard edition of Les Misérables) had become a nuisance that was only fit for pressing flowers and taking up a lot of space.
Nowadays, if I have to re-read, I peruse Rowling books at the nearest public library I can find.
quidditch
sweets
intro to youkai
mysteries
translation into swedish and spanish
the day padfoot died

ROSENAKI AND GUILDENJUNNA ARE...

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Hugtto Pretty Cure - Episode
My Own Review - Episode 16
ROSENAKI AND GUILDENJUNNA ARE...


Homare is the focus of this one, and she finds herself gaining an apprentice (or two or three?)
 
RosenAki (the pigtailed skater) and GuildenJunna (the bespectacled nerd)

The episode starts with Hana, Saaya and Homare walking to class, when Aki appears. She is roller skating, and out of control. Junna steps up to stop her, leading to the scene above.
 

P-LE-E-EASE TEACH ME!!

Aki has become obsessed with Homare, which is the reason she has started skating. Of course, it is ice skating that Homare does, but that doesn’t really stop Aki.



 She ends up almost falling again, but Homare manages to catch her this time. 
 Waowaowaow the queer subtext!! Aki wants to learn Homare's ways




Junna doesn’t take kindly to Aki getting close to Homare
With a rift appearing between Aki and Junna, Homare attempts to help them patch it up during a game of basketball. She passes the ball to Aki, and tells her to pass it to Junna. Unfortunately, that doesn’t go well.

Lulu has managed to figure out that Saaya and Homare are PreCures as well
After that, Homare goes up to the roof. Aki soon finds her, and asks to be taken on as her apprentice. She wants to do that, as she thinks Homare is cool and mature. Homare says that Junna is much more mature, and that Aki should patch things up with her.
Aki then reveals that she and Junna have been together since kindergarten, and there are times that she thinks she can’t get anything done without her.


Papple has been suspicious of Lulu for a couple of episodes now, and she has decided to look into it... by sneaking in as their senpai (though she's certainly a bit too old and too buxom to pose as a secondary-schooler!)...


Lulu claims to be investigating the PreCures and collecting data, but Papple says that she should target their transformation items.

#Senpapple
I approve of Papple's outfit! Fanartists, do your duty! Get the cannons!
Lulu has already predicted that Saaya and Homare are Precures but she decided to hold back any action however Papple who disguised as a student reminded Lulu of their original mission to destroy the Precures.





Moving on, Aki insists on walking home with Homare. Homare just takes off, claiming to be busy. She goes to Harry’s place to hug Hugtan, but Harry can tell that something is up.

Homare then decides to go somewhere else.



As the rain starts to fall, Hana encounters the mysterious man from before once again, in a patch of white rhododendrons. The stranger delivers once more a long nihilistic rant.

Elsewhere, Aki and Junna end up sheltering from the rain together. It doesn’t take them long to start arguing.
Right in front of f-ing Papple...

 
Don't trust the lady behind this umbrella, my girls...

Returning our focus to Homare, Harry manages to track her down and hand her an umbrella.
 When in Doubts, eat some Chocolate Mint Ice Cream!
When Homare has doubts of whether she should get involved in the two girls' feud, she went to Harry's place to cuddle Hug-tan. Harry already figure that she is troubled and offered her Chocolate Mint Ice Cream (my favourite flavour, btw!) but Homare left again.
Later Harry found Homare in a shelter and passed her an umbrella. Although Harry claimed the ice cream melted and he wanted her to have it. Homare saw that Harry was drenched while looking for her and she was touched. But Harry left in a hurry to get back to Hug-Tan.

Although we see in the opening that Homare always carries Hamster Harry around and thought it was just a coincidence, but rather a shipping between her and Harry. They might not be the perfect couple but Harry does show concern for Homare despite not expressing it out in the open.
So, is Homarry really a thing?


Homarry fuel?


After he leaves, Lulu then shows up out of nowhere, surprising Homare. Lulu takes advantage of Homare’s surprise and existential angst to steal her PreHeart.
 
 Lulu surprises Homare

That #DeathGlare added to the effect of Lulu Amour's default #Dreadpan




LULU: MY PRECIOUSSSS...


 
Papple catches up with Lulu to hear the progress on her plan.

Papple intends to use Aki and Junna’s toge-power to defeat PreCures

The theender created from Aki and Junna (SEVEN HELLS: Once more a double/multiple victim... but a SINGLE MotW. When the F shall I get my twin or multiple monster episode for this continuity? Awwww...)
With the appearance of this theender, it doesn't take long for the Cures to arrive on the scene. They start fighting, but struggle to get close.





Cure Yell and Ange try their best, but ultimately they are unable to match their foe. Homare can only watch as they lose the fight, as Lulu is still in possession of her PreHeart.
 

 A battered-down Cure Ange... all we need is Étoile on the frontline to save today, don't we?

 
Homare can no longer bear to see her friends in distress...
 

 
 As things look bleak, Lulu appears and hands the PreHeart back to Homare, revealing that she knows she is a PreCure.

LULU: This--- this is rightfully yours! Once more into the breach!


Cure Étoile joins the fight
With her PreHeart back, Homare transforms and confronts the theender.



She tries to make her way to Aki and Junna in an attempt to save them, but ends up getting caught.

Junna and Aki are able to patch things up
Though their toge-power is being used for the theender, Aki and Junna are still able to talk to each other. Junna admits that she was jealous of Homare and apologises. Aki apologises as well – she always messes things up for Junna, and she was hoping to learn from Homare in order to get her act together.

With their argument resolved, the toge-power diminishes and causes the theender to weaken. The PreCures take the opportunity to finish it off in the usual manner. After the battle, they have questions for Lulu...




 Before Lulu can say anything, she suddenly shoves Cure Yell out of harm's way.

A blast of energy then descends, landing a direct hit on Lulu. Papple was the one responsible.


The scene where Lulu collapses lifelessly to the ground, and Cure Yell’s and Hugtan's reaction… that’s going to stick in my mind for long time to come


#Dreadpan even in near-death, unsurprisingly.
If there is a LULU unit anywhere, its default mode is surely Dreadpan Mode.

 Lulu's last POV as she loses consciousness also has "snow" in it, giving the impression that her eyes are cameras...

Cure Yell tries to rush over to Lulu, but Papple whips up a gust of wind and retreats. That brings this episode to an end.
 After the battle, the three girls and Harry confronted Lulu but before she could say anything, she pushed Cure Yell away (in true Éponine style) before a powerful blast from the sky totally destroyed her internal systems. Papple appeared and took Lulu away before anyone could react and Hug-tan crying out Lulu's name...

OK, I’m sure it doesn’t need to be said, but Hugtto! PreCure is good. Like, ridiculously good. Well, I guess I should say so far – who knows what the future holds for this season?
This episode’s animation was noticeably different from previous episodes, and there was a lot of distant shots that resulted in faceless characters. However, I’m assuming those were choices made in order to give us better overall animation, and I am fine with that.
Or maybe I’m just talking a load of rubbish, but either way, this episode looked good.
It’s nice to see Aki and Junna again after quite a while, and I really enjoyed how this episode showed us more of their relationship. With Emiru and now Aki and Junna, I feel pretty confident in saying that the supporting cast of this season has proven to be fairly strong.
The stuff with Homare, Aki and Junna was good, but what happened to Lulu is the thing that will probably stick most in my memory.
It’s nice to see that Hugtto hasn’t been holding back with these kinds of things – such as before, where Hugtan fell into a coma. Still, poor Lulu. I know she’ll get better with a little help from the others, but I certainly didn’t expect what happened during this episode.
It looks like we are coming towards the end of Lulu’s arc – I’d hazard a guess at it wrapping up within the next couple of episodes. Considering Lulu has been a major character, I am very excited to see what happens. From the preview alone, the next episode already looks promising.


MY OWN HUMBLE OPINION:
Not only did we get the Homare-centric episode we expected, but so much more...
THE QUEER SUBTEXT. Oh, the queer subtext. Between RosenAki and GuildenJunna, between any of them and their role model Homare,
No mention the betrayal of Lulu Amour.
As for our guesses, there may be more here for confirming the Fembot theory: Did Papple just turn Lulu OFF (in that Taking-the-Bullet moment that brought instantly to mind Éponine)?? Furthermore,  Lulu's last POV as she loses consciousness also has "snow" in it, giving the impression that her eyes are cameras...
As for shipping and upcoming naval warfare, Lulu noticed our Étoile's tachycardia in the presence of her ginger mentor. Anyone else Team Homarry or Team Homaki? I am not sure of how this whole saga will evolve, shipping Homarry so far, but we shall see what will come at the end of the day...
The plot overall reminded me of Othello with our favourite blond star in the role of Cassio as the icing on the cake (not to mention the happy ending).
So this episode is about Aki asking Homare to teach her how to skate and Junna misunderstood Aki as they were childhood friends and they always consult one another, but Aki took it for granted and not considering Junna's feelings... as such, Papple used them to create a theender (I would have preferred two theenders, but let's see later on in the series)... Of course, the two girls make up after seeing Cure Étoile struggling to save them and weaken the theender with their willpower.
I liked the scene where Papple is in the shadow and Lulu is trying her best to avoid the shadow covering her space but in the end, she gave in and true to her words, Lulu stole Homare's Transformation item and she panicked when the other two girls are fighting the theender.
But somehow, Lulu has a change of heart and gave Homare back her transformation item for her to battle the theender with the others.

Moving on to "George" the existentialist bard... in a garden of rhododendrons, he started preaching how unpredictable the weather and life can be. In flower terms, rhododendrons symbolize danger and beware which is what happen later in the episode for the girls and particularly Lulu.

Up until this point, Hugtto Precure has been more or less filled with fluff, vibrant colors, and rainbows. But then this episode comes along, and the art-style just sets a whole different tone. Most noticeably they played a lot with the use of shadows, over-exposure, and there were moments of symbolism where Lulu who was standing in the light, stepped into the darkness that was closing in to her, and from the darkness into the light again. Both moments were followed by a certain course of action based on the step she took. The first one was stealing Homare’s Pre-Heart, the second time was the opposite, when she returned the stolen item, and saved Hana’s life from Papple’s attack in true Taking-the-Bullet mode (too bad she did not have the strength to sing "A Little Fall of Rain" before losing consciousness, right?).
That alone flipped the series on its head. I don’t think any of us expected this show to make such a dark turn this early on. You want scary villains? Well Papple is the one for you. She is not here to mess around, and she is not about to let someone interfere with her plans, let alone help the Precures without a harsh punishment.  She is straight up nasty. She virtually killed Lulu. The way her body collapsed was pretty horrific. If I were still a little kid, that would have scared the crap out of me to the point I would have started bawling. But this attack more or less confirmed Lulu is at least to some extent a robot, or at least perhaps better described to have been transformed into a cyborg.
And now Papple is taking Lulu back with her to reprogram her and more or less do what she did with Charalit. This woman looks for the weaklings and then abuses them. It actually makes me wonder just how powerful she actually in this organization. It also makes me curious as to what is her relationship with George, the mysterious man who could be described as a bard with his ambiguous words he shares with Hana. I don’t know what is going to become of Lulu, but yikes, next week’s title is pretty ominous, “The Noise of Sadness, Farewell Lulu”. You’d think they would probably save her, and she will be able to eventually become a precure as well, but eek… maybe not?
Other than that, it is hard to ignore the fact Homare is definitely developing feelings for Harry. Lulu commenting about her heart-rate seemed to sink in what was happening to her, and when she realized that, Homare became incredibly flustered. I wonder what will become of her feelings. Poor girl might be in store for some heartbreak in the future.
FUN FACT: The rhododendron flowers’ carries a meaning to beware and exercise caution.


This week's battle was pretty good in terms of style and pacing,
These is one of the few times where the subplot was more interesting than the main plot. Like what I said earlier, Aki and Junna's feud was pretty trivial compared to what Lulu and Homare are going through.

Homare just needed a pep talk in the form of Harry and his Ice Cream. I know he meant well despite how childish he can be some time and Homare needs to be less uptight. Hopefully their relationship will develop further in the future.

Note to self-If George appear and started preaching something, it means things are getting real in the episode and true enough, Lulu decided to make her move after Papple's warning of getting too close with the girls.

After seeing Homare desperately waiting to save Aki and Junna changed Lulu's mind and she returned her transformation item back to Homare. But at a cost since Papple now know that Lulu has betrayed them.

That blast actually destroyed Lulu's system and seeing how she sensed it moments before pushing Cure Yell out of safety and saying something before being destroyed make me wonder what is going to happen next!

 

IN NEXT EPISODE (17):
THE LULUNATOR IS COMING...
Left Arm Cannon equipped!
Can they be able to stop her rampage?
And, in this chaos, where is Emiru?


I HAD A MAIDEN ONCE UPON A TIME...

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I HAD A MAIDEN ONCE UPON A TIME...
A Style Exercise by Sandra Dermark
(Beatles Lyrics in Iambic Pentameter)
May MMXVIII

I had a maiden once upon a time...
Or should I say that I was hers instead?
She showed me once her bedchamber and asked
me if I thought her Nordic wood was good...

She told me to sit anywhere I'd wish,
though I found no chair there as I looked round.

On the soft carpet, I quaffed her Merlot,
biding my time as I sat down to drink.
We talked until the clock struck two at night,
and then, she said: "'Tis time to go to bed."

She told me, laughing, she worked in the morn;
I did not, quoth I; slept in the bathtub.

When I awoke, I was all on my own;
this avian has flown for clearer skies.
And thus, I lit a fire for warmth and asked
myself if I thought Nordic wood was good...


You're kinda cute!

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You're kinda cute!

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“R! R! Have you seen The Witch’s garden?” Enjolras, pregnant, shouted at his husband from where he was lounging in an armchair overlooking The Witch’s garden. Enjolras and Grantaire, a happy couple, were soon to be parents. But, they had the unfortunate luck of living next door with a splendous view of the lustrous garden of The Witch in their small village. The garden was prosperous and overflowing with all sorts of delicious and delightful flora.
“Yes, Enjolras, love, I have. I have seen it every day I walk past any window facing it. Do you only see it for the first time now?” Grantaire called back to his husband from the other side of their meek and humble abode.
Enjolras looked around for him, slightly confused as to why he was not understand or why he couldn’t find him, before continuing, “But the food! The greens! The lettuce! The rapunzel… I must have some! Fetch me some, will you, love? It would mean the world! I don’t know if I could go without! I might just die if I were not to have some of that green, green rapunzel. And I must have hers! I must get old Witch Thénardier’s rapunzel! And soon! Or else I shall perish!”
“Can we not just get some from the store?”
“I must have hers! You’d do that for me, right? Please? It will help our gorgeous child to prosper!”
“And if I get caught?”
“Fear not! Go in the dead of night whilst she is asleep, and nothing can harm you.” But, Grantaire was still not convinced.
After much more pleading, whining, pleading, and even more whining, Grantaire relented. “Alright, my love, I will go and fetch you the rapunzel you’re dying for. I will leave at once.”
Enjolras called after him, as he was leaving, “Thank you my love!”

Grantaire climbed over the high garden wall with relative ease and found the rapunzel to pick for Enjolras. He had gathered enough of it and was almost over the wall back to his property, but was too slow for The Witch. She noticed him just as he was nearing the peak of the towering wall.
“AHA! You thought you could get away, didn’t you? Well, too bad! I don’t care! And you’ll pay for this. You’ll pay for this dearly, my deeeeaaaar.” The Witch screamed at him.
“No no you don’t understand! My husband, Enjolras, is pregnant.” Grantaire blubbered, before being cut off by The Witch.
“Your husband is pregnant?... Enough of your excuses! They make me sick! If your partner is real and truly pregnant, I’ll take the baby once that little lump of screaming, annoying bundle of joy is popped out of them! I hope that suits your fancy, cause you don’t have another choice!” They each turned and fled, one being completely satisfied with the deal, the other completely devastated.

When the baby was born, the witch came and claimed her for herself. She decreed the baby Rapunzel Éponine Thénardier, but that she’ll go merely by Rapunzel. The young child was taken away from her heart-broken parents and locked away in a far off tower.
She grew up in a monotonous life in the dull tower she was confined to. Her only source of excitement was the visits of her so called mother to see her and bring along treasures to share together. But, The Witch rarely visited, and as she grew older he visits became less frequent than ever. Her life was always the same, just a pattern repeating itself. Until one day, it all changed.

She had glorious long hair, long and strong enough to climb. For her disguised prison had no doors and only one large window at the very top, her hair was the easiest way to gain access to her room at the peak. To reach her, The Witch would call up, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” To which she had to release her barely restrained braid for her to climb.
Rapunzel hated to be called Rapunzel, because it only reminded her of her parent’s horrible mistake and willingness to give her up in return for their cowardly, sniveling lives.
She preferred Éponine, a name that sounded so soft yet rough at the same time. A name that was neither the fault nor choosing of her wretched parents. She called herself Éponine. She was Éponine.

One day, a young prince got lost and wandered right into her tower. He crashed into the side of it, and was almost seen by the unsuspecting princess and ever suspicious witch. He noticed how the witch climbed the not quite fair maiden’s hair and the spell she used to have a cascade of untamed hair tossed onto her to ascend the tower.
Once the witch had ridden off into the woods and was well out of both sight and earshot, he tried his luck. “Rapping Sell, Rapping Sell, let down your bear!” He hollered up to her.
Luckily, Éponine was smart enough to figure out what this blundering idiot meant (a feat not many can accomplish). She caught a glimpse of him and was struck by how… bland he looked. Her curiosity won over though, and she chose to let him reach her before jumping to any conclusions, however boring he looked now.
When she let down her hair, it hit him and accidently knocked him over. He hastily jumped back up and started to ascend the tower using her hair. He was not very good at climbing, leading her to believe that he had never done something like this before and maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t normal for young girls to be trapped in towers until they mature with their too long hair to be the only way to reach their room.
After much struggle, the odd prince reached her chambers. He fell face first onto her floor, then scrambled back up, not embarrassed at all. He introduced himself, “My name is Marius Pontmercy, and I have come to rescue you!”
Éponine looked him up and down, decided he couldn’t rescue her however hard she tried, and replied, “I’m Éponine, not Rapping Sell, and I don’t need the likes of you to rescue me. I can do it myself.”
“Then why was I told to rescue you?”
“Cause you’re an idiot and they wanted to get rid of you! Now get out!” Éponine screamed at Marius. She wanted him far away from her, for else she might fall in love with him and she didn’t want to do that.
Marius got out of there immediately, but immediately was not soon enough. The Witch had forgotten something in Éponine’s tower, and had come back to get it. She saw Marius leaving, and prepared herself to reprimand Éponine.
“A stranger! And not just any stranger! A boy! You dare to have a boy here? You dare to defy me, girl?” The Witch screamed at Éponine as soon as she entered the girl’s chambers, “You are nothing, and I am everything. It’s time you understood that. I think you need to learn that, no matter what. It’s time for a little lesson with Maman Thénardier.”
“He came here and saw you! So this is your fault, is it not?” Éponine snapped back at The Witch. A look of cold, hard fury enveloped her face. She grabbed the long, twisting braid and a pair of conveniently located shears, and chopped off her hair. She kept the braid for herself, and threw Éponine out of the tower. Éponine ran away while The Witch stayed and plotted how to get revenge on Marius.

Éponine ran into and got lost in a large swamp in the middle of a much larger forest. She sat there and huddled and sobbed, hoping the noise would attract something, either another person to help her or an animal to eat.
Her echoing sobs didn’t attract a handsome prince or dinner, but a young princess. The young princess, with a heart full of love, rushed to help the distressed young maiden. When she came upon her, she was surprised at what she saw. The young girl was not a girl at all, but a woman of eighteen years of age. And, she was quite beautiful. Tower life had done her well. In her shock, the princess blurted out, “You’re kinda cute!”
Éponine looked up, just as shocked by the beauty of the other, and responded, “Right back at you!” before getting up and pulling the princess into a deep and passionate kiss.
They both quickly jumped back in shock, before disrobing and continuing even farther.
After that fateful meeting in the swamp in the woods, they become lovers, but more importantly, best friends. They had twins, and called them Jean and Javert.
As for the prince? He stumbled upon them one fateful day.
Marius wandered into the castle, seeking refuge from The Witch, who was ever after his head. Her blinding wasn’t enough for her, he had to be dead as well. “Help me! Please! I’m blind and a witch wants to kill me! May I take refuge in your humble abode?” He called to the guards at the castle.
“Let him in!” Cosette (the princess) ordered the guards.
“Wait a bit! Know that face! Ain’t the world a remarkable place? He was the prince who stumbled upon my tower and caused all of this.” Éponine remarked to her.
“Then let’s honor him!”
“I do not wish for The Witch to find me again, or to unleash her wrath on us. Let him wander for evermore,” turning to the prince, “You are not welcome here. I bid you goodbye and to go on your way.” Marius left, but would not wander far before finding refuge.
While Éponine and Cosette lived happily ever after together, Marius wandered into an old friend, Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac decided to take care of him and protect him from Witch Thénardier. And they all lived happily ever after in their own respective places. The End.

WHAT MAKES A MONSTER AND WHAT MAKES A MAN?

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LUDOVICA:
His right hand raised against her,
his lungs are breathing fire;
her fairy face, streaming with tears,
turned upwards to the skies...
Compassion sighs just to behold
her sorrow and his ire,
moving to tears of warmth that will
thaw any heart of ice...

DESDEMONA (very sweetly):
Once springtime bloomed in hope and joy,
smiles, kisses, unforsaken...
yet seasons always change, and
now gone's the springtime sky...
I've fallen... prostrate... 
my heart is... to break...
my blood is freezing with
a shudder... I must die...

LADIES:
Poor wife! Poor wife! Poor wife!
Such dire, deathly anxiety
takes over us, souls frozen and in life still dead...
He struck her down!
He struck her down! That soft face, lilywhite,
lowered and silent, sobbing, in despair...
Thus, when doomed is the sinner, in the heavens,
shed tears for those condemned to hell the angels fair...

GENTLEMEN:
There's something! There's something! There's something!
That dark man knows no piety...
Ominous, sinister is he, inspiring dread...
Tearing his shirt, then at his chest
clawing! Upon the dry ground is still fixed his gaze!
Then, rising up, his dark fists punching upwards, he
challenges the heavens and the sun's bright rays!!

(After recovering from his fit of rage, an exhausted Othello collapses in a chair.)


I.
BEAUTY AND THE MOOR

Let us begin with a fairytale. To be more precise, with a local version of a universal theme.
In a mountainous part of my home country (eastern Spain), a village shopkeeper leaves for Valencia, the capital, and asks his only daughter what she would like as a gift. She requests a red rose. About a fortnight later, instead of her father, the maiden finds a homing pigeon on her windowsill, with directions to a ruined fortified castle. There, she finds her father a prisoner of a monstrous master to whom she offers her own freedom in exchange... In the end, after a brief parole at her parents' home, she returns to the castle to nurse the ailing master to health, turning him back into the dashing prince whose arrogance a righteous fairy had cursed. Sounds familiar?
Well, in our own version of the story, the Beast (instead of some reptilian or mammalian werebeast) is a Moor (who is "whitewashed" into Caucasian race when disenchanted). The village maiden herself is blond and fair-skinned, betraying "old Christian" blood from Germany or Scandinavia, and diminutive compared to her dark, brutal gorilla of a fiancé: one of those oversized thugs like the commonplace of the "Saracen champion" in chivalric romance. Like, for instance, Amoraunt in the Guy of Warwick cycle:

He is so [···] vnrede,
Of his si3t a man may drede,
Wiþ tong as y þe telle.
As blac he is as brodes brend:
He semes as it were a fende,
Þat comen were out of helle.

He is so [···] unread,
that his sight a man may dread
with tongue as he can tell.
As black he is as burned brand,
it seems as if he were a fiend
that come were out of hell.


According to an article on Otherness:
"The Saracen embodies all those things that the Romance hero by necessity approaches, but must not become: he is unrede, uncontrolled – an image of unrestrained masculine power, which Western heroes such as Guy must seek to control and sublimate within chivalric codes of behavior and honour. This uncontrolled masculinity is given demonic form in the figure of the Saracen, characterized by the blackness of the fiend, the Western archetypal construction of the uncontrolled nature of the African."
Likewise, a similar prejudice characterises the Sub-Saharan sailors who "began to quarrel over a string of bright beads." These are bit characters from an Oscar Wilde tale, giving an image of an adult child's magical thinking not quite different from the idea that a handkerchief dyed with preserved human maidens' hearts could hold all the love of a husband as long as his wife kept it, just like the girl to whom George Michael of Wham! (bless his soul) had given his heart last Christmas.
Just like left-handedness, green eyes, or freckles, a darker complexion was regarded as a stigma, outer deviance being aligned in allegoresis with inner deviance (sin, weakness).
In those days, there were laws punishing interracial marriage with death at the stake, just like zoophilia and homosexuality. A story that stars an interracial couple (in which, furthermore, he is the exotic one), with queer subtext and animalistic imagery, was triply subversive.
Shakespeare's Othello essentially subverts this at the core, playing with the ideas of this dichotomy: the dark one is black as sin and of unrede or uncontrolled nature, darkened within and without by the hot sun, thirsty for blood... because of the intrigue caused by his self-controlled Caucasian sworn enemy, who is furthermore his confidant and brother-in-arms. And because of the prejudices ingrained within European society that the "well-behaved, honest one's" intrigue takes advantage of. Furthermore, Iago also makes men of his own race (Cassio and Roderigo) unrede, showing that unrestrained power can also escape the self-discipline of Europeans, that it's a universal. Right and left, norm and deviance, light and darkness, are two halves of a whole and need one another to exist. To quote Pink Floyd:

Us... us... us... us...
and them... them... them... them...
and, after all,
we're only ordinary men...

While Iago may say to his superiors, in the words of Leonard Cohen:


You loved me as a loser,
but now you're worried that I just might win...
you know the way to stop me,
but you don't have the discipline...

Never better said.


II.
UNRAVELLING THE YARN

By general rule, the Belle has to turn the Beast back into Prince Charming. Desdemona sees Othello's visage in his mind, and he claims to be royalty, and she forsakes her ailing lord father for his sake, but the "monster" is not whitewashed or otherwise disenchanted, for she loves him warts and all, and sees not what he could have been, but what he IS. The Bard is deconstructing the old fairytale conventions in this more realistic tale. Furthermore, in these stories, there is always a brother-in-law, or a Gaston, who is dashing as a demigod, yet hard of heart and thinking only of himself, as stark contrast to the Beast. In Othello, indeed, there is one such character (furthermore, married to the heroine's chaperone / older sister figure). You know his name. But you know that this character is only vaguely fleshed out in the folktale, unlike Iago. Furthermore, the "honest ensign" holds a dark, rank grudge against the Moor. Yes, Othello can be read in a thousand ways, and the Beauty and the Beast deconstruction is only one of them.
Snow White's and Aurora's Prince Charming are necrophiles. Cinderella's stepmother has to be sharp and ambitious as a fallen-on-hard-times dowager in a man's world. The Blue Caterpillar is lost in the mists of opium and magic mushrooms. The Big Bad Wolf devours goat-kids, red-hooded girls, and little pigs due to suffering from womb envy. Saul, David's father-in-law, was sadly schizophrenic. Not to mention the Gauls who dope themselves with a potion brewed by a dealer who moonlights as the village sage-priest. All stories we've enjoyed as kids have characters with dark undertones. Each and every yarn can be unravelled by further rewritings.


III.
O REI VAI NU

Among the most relevant spoiler titles EVER is the Portuguese title of Andersen's "Keiserens nye klaer". Right off the bat, "O Rei Vai Nu" ("The King Is Naked") spoils basically the whole premise of the story. A truth that is little acknowledged in-universe until the child on the street says out loud what all those high-and-mighty adults were denying.
The allegedly invisible-to-the-inept ensemble made by those so-called "fashion designers" is something as sham as Iago's honesty, and something equally taken for granted in-universe. And, in tales of this type, it's always an outsider -the child (in "Keiserens nye klaer"), the maidservant (in Othello), the madwoman (in Eulenspiegel painting for the Landgrave), the passing-by soldier of fortune (Cervantes), the ostensibly dead about to be buried alive (Foolish Guys and Troll-Shrewd Women)...- who, from their worm's eye view, tells those in power of the deception the powerful have hitherto been blind to.









A CLOCKWORK VIOLET

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Hugtto Pretty Cure - Episode 17
MY OWN REVIEW
A CLOCKWORK VIOLET
 
Things took quite a turn at the end of the previous episode of Hugtto! PreCure, and episode 17 shows us exactly what that means for all of those involved.






After Papple reported to Ristle about Lulu's betrayal, she began deleting all of Lulu's memories and reverting her back to her original program-Destroy the Precures.
 

The episode begins with Lulu back at Cryasse HQ, where they delete most of the data she had gathered whilst being withwhere they delete most of the data she had gathered whilst being with the others.

the others are eager to rescue Lulu
At Harry’s place, Hana is insistent that they should go and rescue Lulu. Harry is against the idea, though, as he had realised Lulu was actually an enemy.

Hana and Harry argue about it, but Hugtan soon brings their disagreement to an end.

In the end, Hana gets her way and they all head out to search for Lulu.

Ristle then suggested to use the new "Iron Maid" power suit on Lulu to take on the Precures. Lulu's memories of the girls were deleted as she remembered how she was created by the Cryasse Corporation from the future as a gynoid. When she finally recovered, Lulu took the power suit to battle the Precures.
 
Crying her eyes out because she isn’t used to this kind of pain triggered by emotions. She perceives it as a bug in her system, complicating her perfect world, free from errors, pain, and despair. In fact, that right there may have been a critical clue behind Cryasse’s motives of robbing the future. If they steal the future away to enable people to forget time and live in quiet lives, free from suffering, in their opinion, that could be what they perceive as a perfect world.

 






Lulu appears before the others
It doesn’t take long for them to find Lulu. Hana rushes right up to her, but Lulu smacks her hand away. Lulu has no intention of talking to them.
There is only a single objective that she wants to achieve: destroy PreCures.
7Gs, those Lulunator target eyes...

Lulu’s armour
She doesn’t even wait for the others to transform. With her new battle armour, she immediately goes on the offensive. Any attempts to talk with her are futile, so the girls are left with no other choice but to transform.

Lulu is a formidable opponent

Lulu appeared in front of the girls but she had forgotten them and wore the power suit. The girls has no choice but to fight with her. Papple appeared and told the girls that Lulu has no more memories of them but still has the battle data of the girls.

As the fight rages on, Papple arrives. She reveals that Lulu’s memories of the time she spent with PreCures have been deleted, but they kept the battle data.
Lulu is able to overwhelm every PreCure, but they prove to be a lot more tenacious than she expected. She uses the opportunity to grab Cure Étoile for more data analysis, which results in the supposedly deleted memories resurfacing.


 The girls were struggling against Lulu and she needed more data on them as such she grabbed Cure Étoile and started analyzing her. But she suddenly remembered the previous encounter with Homare at the playground and all her memories were slowly coming back to her.





Lulu’s memories start to resurface
Lulu’s armour appears to start to malfunctioning, as all the memories she made with the other girls come back to here. She tries to strike at her opponents, but Ange and Étoile unleash their special attacks.



Lulu’s armour shatters
It appears Lulu has returned to normal, but she is not quite out of the woods just yet. She clutches at her chest and starts screaming out in pain; the others are naturally concerned for her, but she tells them to stay away.


In the year 200X…

 Cure Ange and Cure Étoile used this chance and destroyed the power suit. The girls tried to get close to Lulu but her programs are conflicting her emotions and she started firing recklessly. 

Lulu does her best Megaman/Rockman impression and blasts PreCures away with an arm cannon (attached to her left arm: does that make Lulu a canon sinistral?). Ange and Étoile have to defend Harry and Hugtan from an oncoming attack. Lulu tries to tell the girls to stay away from her and whips up a whirlwind around herself, but Cure Yell has other ideas.


Cure Yell approaches Lulu with a little help from Ange and Étoile


Cure Yell makes it inside the vortex, and Lulu starts pummeling her. Cure Yell wants nothing more than to forgive Lulu, but Lulu can’t bring herself to accept that. However, Cure Yell says that she has a deep pain in her chest from having to fight Lulu.

‘It’s because I love (suki) you, Lulu!’
The reason is because she loves (suki) Lulu. Lulu ends up collapsing after that, and the whirlwind dissipates.
Cure Yell tried to reason with Lulu but she refused to listen and admitted that she is a spy who brainwashed Mrs. Nono and the teachers, tricked the Precure friends (nakama) and did horrible things to them. 

 Lulu could not understand her reason and still blame herself. However Cure Yell told her that she likes (suki) Lulu and forgave her.

Just saying, but Hugtan is great
With the whirlwind gone, Hugtan is able to get over to Lulu remarkably quickly. Not that it matters much, because seeing her pat Lulu on the head is just adorable.


 

Lulu lets it all out


Lulu ends up just crying her heart out; the others tear up as well.


Papple, on the other hand, tries giving Lulu orders.

Lulu has no intention of listening to Papple any longer

LEAVE OR I'LL BLOW YOUR HEAD AWAY, YOU CRACKPOT BARONESS! 
Lulu fires a warning shot, and PreCures tell the Baroness/Vamp to leave unless she wants to be punished.
 Papple wisely decides that retreat is the best course of action.


Yes, Lulu; though you have not transformed yet, you are officially part of the group!

Lulu gets a well-deserved hug
With all the drama finished with, Hana welcomes Lulu back with a group hug.


And, for the first time in forever... WE SEE LULU SMILE!!

 
 
Also turns out that someone had witnessed most of what happened.


EMIRU: OMG... They are the PreCure girls after all...
Emiru saw something shocking


PreCures' fight against Lulu caught the attention of Emiru, and she just had to rush over to see what was happening. It’s not clear how much of it she saw, but she definitely seems surprised by what she did discover.
That brings this episode to an end, and what an episode it was. I was looking forward to it from last week’s preview, and it managed to surpass my expectations. The fight against Lulu was good, as too was the way in which it was resolved.
This entire arc revolving around Lulu has been some of the best that the entire PreCure franchise has to offer, and this episode continues to keep up that trend. I’m probably going to be repeating variations of that until the end of this arc, but it’s not something I would bring up if I didn’t think it was true.
All in all, an utterly brilliant episode. Next week looks like it will be another fun one as it focuses on Lulu and Emiru. Needless to say, I eagerly anticipate that one.
Finally, I just wanted to say that I really liked the end card for this episode:




MY OWN HUMBLE OPINION:
It baffles my mind how Papple has been reverted to the lazy villain, who just let all of this happen in front of her, without even trying anything to stop it! This annoys me to no ends because we saw her be scary last week! WHERE IS THE PAPPLE WHO WON’T HANDLE BETRAYAL NICELY? She should have at least tried to interfere! Not to mention, their colleague who made the suggestion to switch Lulu’s program to a Battle Protocol made it clear that she would be responsible for whatever happens. For a crime of a member betraying their organization, I find it terribly hard to believe Papple would simply just stand there and passively watch things play-out when she is the one who is going to be held accountable for the outcome of this fight. And then there was also that little bit where we see her “soften up” by telling the guy she wasn’t planning on anything drastic— uh lady, do you not remember the terrible things you did to Charalit!? Not to mention, she freaking SNIPED Lulu last week, and always identified her as a doll. In what way would switching her program to Battle Protocol be too much? Please make up your mind!
So we learn now that she’s definitely a gynoid, but now she has formed a “heart” (kokoro). She was able to retain some of her memories, and eventually with the help of the girls, she was able to break free and is now officially aligned with the Precure team. During this fight the girls showed off some creative new tricks with their powers, Saaya and Homare combing the two to create a ride for Hana to reach Lulu when she was blocking them out. It was neat to see, but at the same time it felt like it came out of nowhere since they have never done such a thing in a past. It also didn’t particularly help how I found the fight to be incredibly dull. The only kicker I got from it was really Hana’s tone and stubbornness of adamantly refusing to believe Lulu betrayed them and was a spy. To some extent, hearing that helped relieve some of the guilt that was eating up away at Lulu’s newfound heart. But what ultimately “saved” her was despite her betrayals, Hana accepts her back, and even tells her that she loves her. (Happy Lulu is the cutest thing!)
With this new heart, Lulu to some extent has been reduced to a child-like mindset. Crying her eyes out because she isn’t used to this kind of pain triggered by emotions. She perceives it as a bug in her system, complicating her perfect world, free from errors, pain, and despair. In fact, that right there may have been a critical clue behind Cryasse’s motives of robbing the future. If they steal the future away to enable people to forget time and live in quiet lives, free from suffering, in their opinion, that could be what they perceive as a perfect world.
And while we are on the subject of the villains, there was a not so subtle hint in regards to Harry harbouring even bigger secrets than we may initially imagined. He knows about Cryasse not being a very forgiving group, who does not treat betrayals lightly. For him to know such details, I could imagine two possibilities: Either he served as an undercover agent for a period of time, or at some point in his life, he was affiliated with Cryasse. If it turns out to be the latter, it could be his betrayal was the key to ensuring Hugtan’s survival. Anyhow, he is certainly not ready to let the girls know of all his secrets just yet. However if he is a former member of Cryasse, a defector from decadence, I wonder if there is anyone would might recognize him, or else perhaps he changed his appearance.
At this point, I am convinced it is probably only a matter of time before both Emiru and Lulu become Precures. They are certainly set to become a duo as the two have a unique friendship in a way Lulu doesn’t have with the main trio. Not to mention, since Emiru had approached the battle scene, she was able to discover they have been right under her nose the entire time.
PS: Does Hugtan have like teleportation abilities or something? How the hell does she slip out of Harry’s arms like that?!



SEVEN GODS... LULU CRYING? We see her sob, we see her frown, we see her gasp, we see her smile; we see her dreadpan façade shattering, falling apart.





ON BADASSES AND BABIES (A SPECIAL SHOT AT VALJEAN AND COSETTE)
A great way of claiming that a badass has a heart of their own is having them raise an orphan or foundling, preferently a very young child.


ON WELL-INTENTIONED EXTREMISTS: So we finally got to know the motivation of Cryasse: and it's a page ripped not only from Elysio's book, but from many other antagonists', including real-life dictators'.
LULU'S ARMOUR / LULUNATOR - FEMBOT THEORY CONFIRMED
NEW THEORY: HARRY THE DEFECTOR FROM DECADENCE?
We should also (we never had the chance while doing Kirakira à la Mode) talk about Japanese loves a little more: ai, koi, and suki/daisuki, and the nuances that differentiate these three terms; this time aligning them with C.S. Lewis's Four Loves:
  • Hana's feelings for Lulu and Ciel's for sweetsmaking are (dai-)suki: intense liking or affection for something or someone. Both philia (towards friends) and storge (towards family members) correspond to suki/daisuki in the C.S. Lewis essay.
  • The altruistic concern for her younger sister that Akira displays and represents as Cure Chocolat is ai: unconditional love or altruism. Both storge (towards family members) and agape (towards people in general) correspond to ai in the C.S. Lewis essay.
  • A romantic relationship, such as that between Yukari and Akira, is koi: romantic love. Eros (does not have to be sexual; it simply implies romantic desire for a significant other) corresponds to koi in The Four Loves.
EMILU IN NEXT EPISODE
The two girls seem to get along quite nicely...
We'll quaff champagne if this arrangement clicks!
Emiru, Lulu, that's the point, precisely!
It's such an OTP they had to fix...


IN NEXT EPISODE (18):
EMILU!!!
And maybe a musical review as well...

 

 

Could this maybe be the next Master-and-Commander style duet? And does this mean Lulu has potential as a singer and/or lyricist?


"MELODY OF THE HEART"

TO ULLA, AT THE WINDOW OF FISHER COTTAGE...

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TO ULLA, AT THE WINDOW OF FISHER COTTAGE
ON A MIDDAY IN SUMMERTIME
Carl Michael Bellman
Translated by Sandra Dermark at the University of Valencia
in Floréal/Prairial MMXVIII

Ulla, my Ulla, say may I now offer
the reddest berries in wine and cream?
Or from the fountain a pitcher of water,
or from the lake trap a freshly-fished bream?
With the cool breeze, the doors gently part open,
flowers and pinewood give off fresh scent;
Drizzling, the skies' clouds at last now give way to the
sun's descent... 

Isn't this place godlike, Fisher Cottage, right?
So godlike to behold it is...
Those proud linden treetrunks along the promenade
with leaves and shade,
with leaves and shade...
And the tranquil inlet of the lake? For sure...
And the ditches and fields not that far 
beyond that shore?
Isn't this place godlike, this Elysian lea?
A place for gods,
a place for gods!

Skål and good afternoon, dear, at the window...!
Hear all those clocktower bells from town,
and see how the dust therewill e'er stifle greenery
amidst calèches'great wheels crushing down...
Reach from the window to your weary lover,
who's stopped before you, for auld lang syne,
primo a biscuit, secundo a tankard of
Hogland wine...   

Isn't this place godlike, Fisher Cottage, right?
So godlike to behold it is...
Those proud linden treetrunks along the promenade
with leaves and shade,
with leaves and shade...
And the tranquil inlet of the lake? For sure...
And the ditches and fields not that far 
beyond the shore?
Isn't this place godlike, this Elysian lea?
A place for gods,
a place for gods!

Now is the stallion led into the stables,
hear him, my Ulla, gallop and neigh!
Still from the stable-door his clever eyes look
up at the window, right to you, straight away.
You set this lake and this woodland on fire
with one warm look from those shining eyes...
Skål at the gateway, in thirst and desire,
in paradise!

Isn't this place godlike, Fisher Cottage, right?
So godlike to behold it is...
Those proud linden treetrunks along the promenade
with leaves and shade,
with leaves and shade...
And the tranquil inlet of the lake? For sure...
And the ditches and fields not that far 
beyond the shore?
Isn't this place godlike, this Elysian lea?
A place for gods,
a place for gods!
   
      
 

THE PRINCESS AND THE WOODSWOMAN

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The Princess and the Woodswoman

Work Text:

1. The Queen

Once upon a time, a beautiful queen reigned in a kingdom far away.
This queen was named Fantine, and she was famed throughout the land for the fairness of her hair and the fairness of her rule alike. Although she was not of royal blood, her good heart, bravery, and beauty made her loved by all those around her, and it was for these reasons that she was queen.
Queen Fantine had no king by her side. Instead, she drew her support from her council of viziers: three wise women philosophers named Favourite, Dahlia, and Zéphine. But Fantine was lonely in her heart. While she loved her council and her people as a queen, she wished for a child whom she could love as a mother.
Learning of this wish, a wicked man name Felix Tholomyès approached Queen Fantine. He pretended to woo her, promising to love her faithfully and to give her a child.
Too trusting and kind to suspect any trickery, Fantine accepted his offer.
However, as soon as Fantine found herself with child, Tholomyès declared that he should be made king.
When Queen Fantine realised that his courtship had been nothing more than a grab for power, she was heartbroken, but – more strongly yet – she was angered. Her kingdom deserved a better ruler than Tholomyès, and her child would deserve a better father. With the help of her council, Queen Fantine banished him from the kingdom.
Some months later, a little princess was born. Because of how happy the child made Queen Fantine (and the inhabitants of the kingdom), she was named Anne-Euphrasie, although Queen Fantine always called her Cosette.



2. The Princess

When it was time for Cosette to be christened, Queen Fantine held an almighty banquet, inviting everyone in the land…
Almost everyone in the land. On the very edge of the kingdom was a dark, dingy inn, owned by crooked innkeepers, husband and wife – the Thénardiers. Knowing them to have been supporters of Tholomyès, Queen Fantine did not invite them to the banquet.
However, the Thénardiers soon learned of the royal festivities. Refusing to be left out, they disguised themselves and set off for the palace to take revenge – not armed with pistols or swords, but with a faerie curse. You see, at this time, magic was still alive in the land, and many people had faerie in their blood. The Thénardiers were no exception.
At such banquets, it was custom for magical folk to come forth and offer gifts to the newborn child. Some offered Cosette the gift of kindness, others the gift of loveliness, every person coming forth to give a gift until there was only one man left. This man was the owner of a factory, named Jean Valjean, and he intended to give Cosette the gift of wealth.
However, before he could approach the royal cradle, there was a crack of thunder. The palace doors blew open, and there stood the Thénardiers.
“So sorry to intrude!” cried Monsieur Thénardier, although he did not look sorry.
“So happy to be here!” cried Madame Thénardier, although she did not look happy.
Favourite, Dahlia, and Zélphine leapt up to arrest the Thénardiers. But Queen Fantine, who – as we have said – was trusting and kind, and wanted always to believe the best in people, held up a hand for them to stop.
“My good innkeepers,” she said to them, her voice as smooth and golden as honey, “I did not invite you here today, for I know you to have been no friends of mine in the past. But, on this happy day, I hope that we can be reconciled. Please, enter, take sustenance, and celebrate with us.”
The Thénardiers came further into the hall.
“Of course we shall,” said Monsieur Thénardier.
“But first,” said Madame Thénardier, “we would like to give the baby a gift.”
Favourite, Dahlia, and Zélphine looked from one to the other, and then they looked to Queen Fantine.
Fantine nodded her head, “If you come in the spirit of friendship,” she said, “then I will be glad of any gift you provide.”
The Thénardiers pushed past Jean Valjean, and drew up to the baby Cosette.
“Such a beautiful child!” said Madame Thénardier, “It is such a shame that she will never be a beautiful woman.”
A shadow fell across the hall, and Madame Thénardier went on: “For, in her sixteenth year, Cosette shall prick her finger upon the spindle of a spinning wheel, and she shall fall down dead!”
Then there was another almighty thunderclap, and the Thénardiers disappeared from sight.
A chorus of cries and sobbing leapt up from around the court. Soldiers were sent out immediately to hunt down the Thénardiers – but they, of course, would be long gone by the time the soldiers had reached their inn.
“Whatever shall I do?” cried Queen Fantine most mournfully.
There was the sound of a cough from amidst the rabble. Jean Valjean stepped forward.
“Your majesty,” he said, “I have not yet given my gift to the child. I was going to bestow upon her the gift of riches, but I see now that she does not need that. Instead, I shall give her the gift of love: with the strength of our love for her, she will survive the spindle, falling into sleep rather than death. Out of love for her, the entire court shall follow her into slumber, so that she will never be alone. And, finally, it will be love that will wake her: her life will be restored by true love’s kiss.”



3. The Woodswoman

By the time Queen Fantine’s soldiers reached the edges of the kingdom, the inn that stood there was empty as air. The Thénardiers had packed their bags, gathered their children, and fled to the wilderness in the south.
Although Monsieur and Madame Thénardier had too much bad in their hearts ever to be good again, their children were – if not good – not evil, either.
The eldest was named Éponine, and she was the same age as the Princess Cosette.
Where the princess grew up to be beautiful, Éponine was not quite beautiful; where the princess grew up to be kind, Éponine was not always kind; but Éponine was strong, and clever, and unafraid, and those were gifts enough to help her get by.
When Princess Cosette turned five years old, she began to learn dance, mathematics, and the ways of the court. When Éponine turned five years old, she began to learn trapping, woodcraft, and the ways of the forest.
For her tenth birthday, Princess Cosette received a harp, from which she could draw the sweetest melodies. For her tenth birthday, Éponine received a bow, with which she could fell enough food for a month.
And when Princess Cosette reached her fifteenth year, Queen Fantine allowed her to venture beyond the court, into the kingdom, to speak with her subjects and give alms. And, at the same time, Éponine’s parents allowed her to venture beyond the wilderness, into the kingdom, to sell her hunting prizes.
It was on that day, when both young women ventured further than they ever had before, that they met for the first time. Éponine was selling a fine deerskin jacket, this caught Cosette’s eye.
“What fine needlework,” Cosette remarked. “Was it by your hand?”
“Of course,” said Éponine.
“And who felled the beast?”
“That was by my hand, too,” said Éponine.
“With whom do you hunt?”
“I hunt alone.”
“But are you not scared to venture into the wilderness by yourself?” asked Cosette.
“I am not scared of anything.”
“You must be as brave as you are skilled,” said Cosette, and she bought the jacket.
Cosette was impressed by Éponine’s bravery and skill, and – in her turn – Éponine was touched by Cosette’s kindness in saying as much.
It soon became their custom to meet on their weekly excursions. Whatever articles Éponine had fashioned, Cosette was sure to love them, and to purchase them. But Cosette was not greedy: much of what she bought, she donated to the poor of the kingdom. She kept for herself only the items that were particularly special.
Although Éponine knew who Cosette was, she did not know that Cosette had been cursed by her parents.
As a matter of fact, neither did Cosette. Queen Fantine had kept the secret from her all these years, although she had made sure that every spindle in the kingdom was destroyed many years ago. And so, while perhaps they ought to have been enemies, neither of the two young women was aware of that, and so they were friends instead.
Gradually, Éponine found herself looking forwards more and more to their weekly meetings. She would try her hardest to create more complicated, more beautiful items for Cosette’s approval.
One day, Madame Thénardier said to her, “Why are you always so excited to go out on your trips?”
Normally Madame Thénardier did not care to ask about Éponine’s trips; she was happy so long as Éponine returned with gold in hand. However, Éponine was so different of late, that even Madame Thénardier had been forced to notice.
“I enjoy the change in company,” Éponine replied.
“Ah, so there is a man? There is always a man.”
“No, mother, not a man.”
“Then, a woman?”
“A princess,” said Éponine, with dreams in her eyes.
When Madame Thénardier heard this, she knew that the princess must be the child whom she had cursed so long ago.
“And you are making a gift for her now?” asked Madame Thénardier.
Éponine was working on her greatest gift yet, for it would soon be the princess’ sixteenth birthday.
“I have an idea for the most splendid gift of all,” said Madame Thénardier. “Something so rare, that not a single one exists in the kingdom.” And then she described to Éponine the nature of a spindle.
Being so clever and skilled a craftswoman, Éponine was able to create a perfect spindle with these instructions alone. Then she wrapped the gift in bright cloth, and carried it with her that week, to her rendezvous with Cosette.
“How thoughtful!” cried Cosette, on receiving the parcel.
“Mind,” Éponine warned her, “it is a delicate gift. You had better wait until you are home to open it.”
Cosette agreed that she would. Then she leaned in and kissed Éponine on the cheek.
As Cosette rode away, Éponine watched with her heart full and one hand to her face. 



4. The Thicket

When Cosette reached the palace, she unwrapped the spindle, and – by the power of the curse – pricked her index finger upon it.
Immediately, she swooned in a deep, dreamless sleep. The people of the palace had time just enough to transport her to her bed before they too fell unconscious. Queen Fantine, her viziers, and all of her court – they all slumbered under Jean Valjean’s spell.
Around the palace, a thicket of thorns sprung up, forming a barrier to protect everyone from the outside world.
Word travelled slowly in the wilderness, and Éponine heard nothing of the events of the court.
One week later, she set out to meet Cosette exactly as normal. Well, not exactly as normal: this time she felt as light as a mote of dust, as bright as a flash of sun: her heart raced faster than she had ever thought possible. She was in love.
She reached the market where she normally traded in the swiftest time ever. But the royal entourage, with its royal leader, was nowhere to be seen.
When Éponine learned from a fellow trader what had befallen the princess, she wanted to scream at the heavens, or rip up the earth, or smash the trader’s stall into a million shards. But she didn’t. She had never been told that true love’s kiss would save Cosette, but something in her heart told her to travel to the palace nonetheless.
Already, many men had tried to breach the thorny wall, chopping it with axes, hacking it with swords, singeing it with fire: their efforts did nothing more than thicken the ticket.
By the time Éponine reached it, it had been declared impenetrable. The men had given up, and gone home to their dinners. Only one person remained at its edge: an old man with a kind face.
“Who are you?” Éponine asked him. “What can you tell me of this enchantment?”
“I am Jean Valjean,” said the man, “and the enchantment is mine.”
Éponine plucked her bow from her back, and slowly aimed an arrow in his direction.
“Violence will not help you, woodswoman,” said Valjean, “for it is not true strength.”
“Then what is true strength?” asked Éponine.
“Love – that is the key to lifting this enchantment. True love’s kiss will awaken the princess, and it is love that will penetrate this thicket.”
Then Éponine understood: the men had all failed because they had tried to fight the thorns. They had been afraid of the enchantment. But Éponine was unafraid: she had grown up in the wilderness; she knew all the ways of the forest; she understood the souls of the beasts and the plants that lived in it; and she loved it. It did not require brute force to part the thicket – indeed, the thicket could not be parted. To travel through it, one had to be clever and careful.
As if she was hunting, Éponine looked for the animal paths. With deft movements, she followed these meandering, looping tracks that led her every which-way through the thorns, turning here and there with the peculiar logic of the natural world. Finally, when she thought she could go no further, the darkness of the thicket gave way to the light of day. Éponine had reached the palace gates.
Everywhere, people slept where they had fallen, draped in odd positions along the corridors and across the furniture. Éponine navigated the palace, looking for the princess’ bedchamber.
At long last, she found it at the top of the tallest tower. There was Cosette, sleeping as gracefully and as beautifully as she did everything else in life.
Éponine crossed to the bedside. She knelt down. She looked at Cosette’s beautiful face, and wondered if she dare kiss it. Did a woodswoman like her truly deserve to love a princess like Cosette?
Then Éponine looked around the chamber, and she saw that it was decorated with many objects of her creation, and she knew that Cosette loved her too.
Still not quite bold enough to kiss Cosette on the lips, Éponine lowered her mouth and placed a kiss upon Cosette’s cheek. It worked: it is the true love that counts, not the nature of the kiss.
With a noise like a thunderclap, the great walls of thicket fell away from the windows, and Cosette stirred from her rest. She opened her eyes and looked at Éponine.
“Éponine,” she said, “I am so glad that you are here.” And then she sat up and kissed Éponine on the lips, and it was a kiss full of all the gifts she had received as a child: a kiss that was kind, and lovely, and full of love. 



5. The End

After many happy years as queen, the day came for Fantine to retire, to spend the rest of her days comfortable and content.
In her place, Cosette became queen. Just like her mother before her, Cosette ruled with fairness, with compassion, and without a king. She ruled with another queen instead.

better than drinking alone

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"Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness,
which is better than drinking alone."

Or: the waitress and the businessman in Piano Man were once Othello and Desdemona, and the prince and princess in Story the Fourth of The Snow Queen, in a past life. Not to mention Savitri and Satyavan.
This could make for a nice crossover headcanon in which the red string runs as a tangent through the whole plotline.
(PS. My own parents, divorcés and amicable exes, are a former waitress with a sheltered upbringing and a businessman of the world... so is this red string running along the plot all way round? Ersatz names Sixten and Nena?)

HAPPY BARRICADE DAY EVERYONE...

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This post is to commemorate all those bold young people who died upon the barricades of Revolutionary France on a day like this...

  


Sky so red, sky so red,
light up that too soon I'm dead...
Rising, fighting yesterday;
shot right through the heart today...
tomorrow, an early grave!

(Germanic folksong, done by Sandra Dermark)



Csak egy nap az élet fiúk,
csak egy nap és nincsen tovább!
De ezért a napért megszületni,
érdemes volt cimborák!

(Kárpátia zenekar)






MELODY OF THE HEART

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Hugtto! Pretty Cure
Episode  18 - My Own Review
MELODY OF THE HEART

In the eighteenth episode of Hugtto! PreCure, Lulu struggles to understand the concept of heart (kokoro). Fortunately, Emiru is there to help her learn just what it is.

Supper at the Nonos'
 Lulu remains a part of the Nono family
At the beginning of this episode, Lulu returns Mrs. Nono's memories back to normal. She was worried that she would end up being kicked out of the Nono household, but that’s not the case at all. Lulu is still very much a part of their family, regardless of what she did before.

Emiru shows up at secondary school
When Hana, Saaya, and Homare go to school next, they all receive letters asking them to go the courtyard during lunch break.
They do that, and Emiru almost outs them as PreCures in front of everybody.


Fortunately, Lulu is able to move very quickly; a perk of being a gynoid, right? (Reminded me of the Flash!) The others quickly take Emiru to Harry’s place.

Emiru wrote a letter to the girls to meet during lunch break and tried to expose their secret identifies in front of their peers. However Lulu's quick reflex immediately dragged her out of the school and she was brought to Harry's place.

 SHUTUP (#Dreadpan)
Lulu keeps Emiru quiet
Once they’re at Harry’s place, Emiru reveals that she saw the others undo their PreCure transformations. She also mentions how the rat was talking. Harry snaps at her to correct her on what he is (HAM-STERRR!), before realising what he had done.

 FOX IN SOCKS ON KNOX IN BOX!

 WHOOOSH!

 PIERCE THE HEAVENS!

Emiru indeed knew the girls are Precures and insisted that she too want to be a Precure as well. The girls gave in and in return, Emiru was not allow to tell anyone else about the Precures. Later Emiru tried to learn more of how to be a Precure like watching Homare skating and Saaya doing a rehearsal however with little success.

all the praise that Emiru has for PreCures
After having told the girls that she knows their secret, Emiru asks for a favour. She simply wants to spend time with the heroes during their everyday lives. Emiru and Lulu end up spending a bit of time with both Homare and Saaya. Homare is practicing her ice skating, whilst Saaya is rehearsing – both are doing things that come from their heart (kokoro). Lulu doesn’t quite get what that means.

Emiru helps Hana practice for an upcoming singing test
Hana has a singing test coming up, so she gets Emiru to help her out with it. Emiru has perfect pitch; she can even identify what note a pen tapped against a mug makes.
The girls encourage Lulu to give it a try. Whilst Lulu’s tone is perfectly accurate, it does not resonate with heart.

Emiru actually showed off her music talents which amazed everyone. Lulu tried to sing the same song however she was unable to express it with her feelings which resulted in a system shutdown again.


 

As Lulu tries to understand what heart/kokoro is, she experiences a system error and shuts down.



Emiru stays by Lulu’s side
The girls explain to Emiru that Lulu is a gynoid from the future. When Lulu wakes up, Emiru asks her about it. Lulu shows her undeniable proof that she is a fembot. Ocular proof.
However, Emiru won’t let that put her off. She insists that she and Lulu become PreCures together. Lulu doesn’t think she can, as she is an artificial life form.



The girls explained to Emiru that Lulu is an gynoid which of course in one of the most funniest moments, Emiru asked Lulu to prove she is an artificial lifeform, and she literally showed her internal system to Emiru. In an LED light show!) Now wouldn't that be considered flashing if Lulu was a person of flesh and blood?

 Emiru was not afraid of her instead she want Lulu to be a Precure as well. However Lulu claimed it is impossible as she is a gynoid and does not have a "Heart."



Emiru gets her guitar out again
After that, Emiru wants to do something to cheer Lulu up. She decides to play a song for her, though since she isn’t sure about it she performs for the others to get their opinion first.
They tell her that the most important thing is the feelings she can get across.



The girls tried to encourage Emiru and Lulu in their own ways to believe in themselves. Homare and Harry talked to Emiru with Hug-tan cheering her and Saaya giving a pep talk to Lulu.



This week's theender. The source: designer's block. Rita Yoshimi is very frustrated when she can't think of an idea for a design.
However Papple turned the Fashion Designer (From Episode 14) into a theender and the girls went to battle.

Enough of that, though, as it is about time for the monster of the week to show up. Papple is the one who brings it along, and this episode skips the transformation sequence. It seems like PreCures overwhelm it fairly quickly, but this particular theender, due to its negative emotion source material, has a trick up its sleeve.

This particular theender has another form that allows it to absorb the attacks from PreCures, and then fire a blast of energy. Ange and Étoile end up getting hit by the energy blast, and then the theender jumps onto those two in an attempt to crush them. The girls seemly being crushed by the thenender's weight while Papple taunted Lulu for trying to be a hero.

Emiru stands up for Lulu

With every active PreCure out of commission for the moment, Papple taunts Lulu and calls her a heartless mechanical doll. Emiru stands up for Lulu. Papple soon grows tired of hearing all that and commands the theender to crush them.

Ange and Étoile aren’t finished yet. They lift the theender, and Cure Yell sends it straight up into the air with a punch. After that, they finish it off with PreCure Trinity Concert – we get a shortened version of the stock footage here. 

But Emiru stood up for Lulu and she is proud to have Lulu as her friend (tomodachi), which touched her. 

The girls also survived the attack and finished it off.



Lulu and Emiru sing together


Instead of the usual ending theme, we are treated to Lulu and Emiru singing together. This song resonates with heart, and Lulu even sheds a tear or two.
This episode may not have been as silly as the previous Lulu and Emiru episode, but it definitely had a lot of heart. After what Lulu was made to go through previously, it’s very nice to see her just being accepted as she is and discovering what heart is.
Emiru was good in this episode, too. She stood up to Papple, which shows that she is more than qualified to become a PreCure just like she dreams.
Lulu and Emiru’s song was a great way to cap off the episode.
I’m hoping that Lulu remains a gynoid. It’s entirely possible there’ll be a point where she becomes entirely human, but I think her story would be stronger if she remained an android. Lulu already mentioned how it is probably impossible for her to become a PreCure – I think at this point everyone knows where the show is heading and just how wrong she will end up being.
Still, the lead up to the inevitable event has been very good, and delivered some of the strongest episodes Hugtto! has seen for a little while.
Next time, a fashion show. It also looks like a new villain will be introduced, and I’m quite keen to see what she is like. Oh... a brand new cadre/general in Cryasse... and the return of Henri... as a male model -just like Adrien Agreste and my senpai Andreu Ciscar...
Already in this episode we have seen a glimpse of the aforementioned henchperson concealed in the shade:
After Lulu's betrayal, Papple reported back to President Cryasse (Which is what Lulu called him in the episode) and he is really pissed together with Ristle and Daigan who blamed Papple for her failures. However in the shadows, a mysterious lady was observing everything...



MY OWN HUMBLE OPINION:
Emilu... That Master and Commander style duet between the Tin Girl and the peppy bard was definitely one of the best codas for a non-finale Pretty Cure episode out there!
Emiru wrote a new song "Kimi to Tomodachi (Me and My Friend) and want Ruru to sing it with her. Lulu began to sing properly as Emiru was playing her guitar. The girls and Harry enjoyed the song as Henri who was spying with his camera phone commented that these two girls are good...

After last week's intense episode, you thought no more emotional moments for the time being. Well, no! This week's episode continue from where we left off and it was both funny and touching at the same time.
The show stopper was Emiru who brought a bundle of lively energy. Being a kid, she tried to get the girls' attention by trying to expose their identifies but with good intention as she too want to be a Precure. The girls were also amazed by her music talents and her reaction in seeing Lulu's internal system was priceless! (Although somewhere some doujin artists might have other ideas for this scene)
Emiru and Lulu were indeed soulmates and like how Lulu stood up against Emiru's brother, this time, Emiru stood up for her when Papple taunted her. It really touched Lulu and the final scene which is probably a first in Precure history-An Insert Song for the End Credits.
Emi's perfect pitch and musical intelligence (as a guitarist and lyricist) and Lulu as an Ace: kindred spirits
 
Does this final pastel-chalked freeze frame say anything? I consider it, myself, the proof that Emilu is canon.
Nakama vs tomodachi
Kokoro and the difficulty of translating the concept

Word of Lulu confirms the fembot theory. We have OCULAR FRICKING PROOF of her being an artificial life form.
The Heartless made from creative block: the negative emotions a person can experience run a pretty wide gamut, don't they? Moreover, the designer's block Rita suffered from kind of mirrored Lulu's creative crisis (about feeling that she could not express herself being someone without emotions).
How this review was gradually turned into a musical:
A new cadre is coming:


IN NEXT EPISODE (19):

Not only it was a first but Lulu and Emiru's duet was so beautiful that I can't wait to get the single when it comes up. Other than the same fashion designer (Rita) was the victim again and she is coming back next episode and... why Henri is back again? 


Seeing that next week's episode, Henri become a model for a fashion runway show just to instigate the girls into entering... and the appearance of a new general who is also female!? What is going on!? Until then, see you in the next post!
 Who are you?
Whoever you are, you must hate Papple's guts.
Now it is finally your chance 
to claim the spotlight that may be yours by right...


SUR UNE MÉTAPHORE CHEZ RABELAIS

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En ce qui concerne l’emploi de la formule « la langue me pelle », il s’agit de
l’alternance du sens propre et du sens figuré plutôt que de leur interaction comme dans le cas du proverbe « adieu paniers, vendanges sont faictes ». L’un des « bien yvres » recourt à l’expression « la langue me pelle », en l’utilisant au sens métaphorique afin de traduire la soif ardente qui le dévore (G., 5, p. 20). Quand au roi Anarche, sa langue s’enflamme et se dessèche réellement sous l’influence des confitures envoyées par Pantagruel :

Mais tout soubdain qu’il en eut avallé une cuillerée, luy vint tel eschauffement de gorge avecque ulceration de la luette, que la langue luy pela (P., 28, p. 313).

L’expression n’a donc véritablement valeur de formule que dans l’épisode des «biens yvres ». En effet, le FEW donne l’édition de 1534 de Gargantua comme la première attestation de la formule au sens de « j’ai trop soif» (VIII, 483b). Dans l’épisode de la guerre avec le roi Anarche, elle sert à illustrer l’effet produit par les confitures. Elle n’est d’ailleurs pas employée sans ironie, car pour calmer son incendie intérieur, le roi va « boire sans remission ». Le plaisir de boire des «biens yvres » se transforme ainsi en cauchemar.
On aura encore l’occasion de revenir à la nature ambivalente du vin, qui en fonction de ceux qui le consomment, se révèle bienfaisant ou dangereux. Selon le chanoine Poirier, la métaphore de la langue qui pèle constitue l’exclamation favorite des buveurs assoiffés du Poitou (1944 : 133, n. 269). Il pourrait donc s’agir d’un régionalisme. Rabelais passe de la connotation à la dénotation du signe, en le ramenant à son sens premier et au monde matériel. L’idée abstraite de soif devient une souffrance réelle. En concrétisant l’image, l’auteur attire également l’attention sur l’aspect sonore de l’expression. On pourrait ainsi
parler du transfert du signifié figuré au signifié littéral et de celui-ci au ignifiant.
L’allitération de l, renforcé par luy, ulceration et la luette sert à suggérer les mouvements de la langue. On croirait entendre les battements de la langue du roi Anarche qui veut se rafraîchir la bouche de la forte potion que Pantagruel lui a donnée. La langue sert à parler et à ingérer le vin. Par cette correspondance, Rabelais met l’accent sur la nature physiologique de l’énonciation. D’ailleurs, le vin, qui entre dans la bouche, transmet sa matérialité à la parole, qui en sort, et qui devient une matière malléable, libérée de sa forme figée.

Erik M. Christensen (Snedronningen, fjerde historie)

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[···] helt ind i egtesengen, hvor hun af prinsen får hans plads hos prinsessen; dog prinsen er ikke Kay, skant dejlig, munter, god. Nu er Gerda på mandens plads og i den forkerte egteseng. »Krage søger Mage« (ibid.) siger fortælleren, og kragen har naturligvis også en kæreste i dette voldsomme eventyr med et rasende driftsliv ude og inde. Prinsen får prisen ved at være »freidig« over for prinsessen, der sidder på »en Perle« (64 ). Den associeret anatomiske detalje går her i det groteske, »en Perle, saa stor som et Rokkehjul« (ibid.), selve tidens og nornens logo (rokken) er i dette eventyr om tid og evighed i kristen kærlighed og truende seksualitet det rette billede på det, som prinsessen sidder på. Gerda kommer siden ind til sagen gennem »en Bagdør, der stod paa klem« (65):

O, hvor Gerdas Hjerte bankede af Angest og Længsel! det var ligesom om hun skulde gjore noget Ondt, og hun vilde jo kun have at vide, om det var lille Kay [ ... ].
 

[ 65] Hun oplever de prinse-prinsesselige drømme, og hvilke:

»Jeg synes her kommer Nogen lige bag efter!« sagde Gerda, og det susede forbi hende; det var ligesom Skygger hen ad Væggen, Heste med flagrende Manker og tynde Been, Jægerdrenge, Herrer og Damer til Hest. »Det er kun Drømmene! « sagde Kragen, »de komme og hente det høie Herskabs Tanker til Jagt, godt erdet, saa kan De bedre betragte dem i Sengen. [ ... ]« [ibid.]

Man tror ikke, at det kan blive frækkere, men se:

[ ... ] midt paa Gulvet hang i en tyk Stilk af Guld to Senge, der hver saae ud som Lillier: den ene var hvid, i den laae Prindsessen; den anden var rød, og i den var det at Gerda skulde soge lille Kay; hun bøiede eet af de røde Blade tilside og da saae hun en bruun Nakke. [66]

»Prindsen lignede ham kun paa Nakken«, »Og Prindsen stod op af sin Seng og lad Gerda sove i den, og mere kunde han ikke gjøre. Hun foldede sine smaa Hænder«, »Og hun fik baade Støvler og Muffe« (ibid.).

Hun kører bort i en ny karet af purt guld, ikke siddende på en vældig prinsesse-perle, men i sandhed meget bedre, for »i Sædet vare Frugter og Pebernødder« (67); og hun forsvinder for kragens øjne i » Vognen, der straalede, som det klare Solskin« (ibid.).

[···]
men »De kjørte gjennem den mørke Skov·« (ibid.), og nu kommer det værste. Det er historien om røverpigen. Prinsen gav Gerda sin plads. Hun forlod den rolle ret smertefrit grædende; men nu skal hun møde en pige, der selv er i rollen som dreng, og som ganske udtrykkeligt fører kniv. Gerda skal være i den knivs vold:

»Hun skal lege med mig!« sagde den lille Røverpige. »Hun skal give mig sin Muffe  [ ... ]«. »]eg vil ind i Karreten!« [ibid.] Hun er »stærkere, mere bredskuldret« (68), hun tager Gerda om livet og siger »Du er sagtens en Prindsesse?« (ibid.): [ ... ] og saa tørrede hun Gerdas øine og puttede saa begge sine Hænder ind i den smukke Muffe, der var saa blød og saa varm. [ibid.]
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[···]

Hvordan det nu er, i eventyrets slutning sker der noget, som - i mine øyne endegyldigt undergraver den lille Gerdas søde rolle som muligt paradigme. Her er det faktiske: revolutionen, verdenshistorien til hest, hvis ikke man skulle have sanset det før:

Skoven havde grønne Knoppe, og ud fra den kam ridende paa en prægtig Hest, som Gerda kjendte (den havde vreret sprendt for Guldkarreeten) en ung Pige med en skinnende rød Hue paa Hovedet og Pistoler foran sig; det var den lille Røverpige, som var kjed af at være hjemme og vilde nu først Nord paa og siden af en anden Kant, dersom hun ikke blev fornøiet. Hun kjendte strax Gerda, og Gerda kjendte hende, det var en Glæde.
»Du er en rar Fyr til at traske om!« sagde hun til lille Kay; »jeg gad vide, om Du fortjener, man løber til Verdens Ende for din Skyld! «
Men Gerda klappede hende paa Kinden, og spurgte om Prinds og Prindsesse.
»De ere reiste til fremmede Lande!« sagde Røverpigen.

Og så fortæller Gerda og Kay begge to; og de fortsætter hjem, hvor de kom fra.

[···]

Da Gerda til slut spørger Røverpigen, hvordan det går med de eventyrlige hjælpere, som vi lærte at kende, får hun, som vi ved, besked: » Vrøvl er det Hele! « (76).

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...right into the marital bed, where [she] gets, from the prince, his place by the princess; yet the prince is [not Kai, though] charming, cheerful, good. [Now Gerda has taken the man's place] in the warped marital bed. [···] in this violent adventure with a stormy instinctive life within and without. The prince gets the prince by being "dashing" towards the princess, who is sitting on "a pearl." The associated anatomical details reach here grotesque levels, "a pearl the size of a spinning wheel (ibid.);" even the logo of Time and the Norns (the wheel) is, in this story about the passage of time [···] and about threatening sexuality, the right picture of what the princess is sitting upon. [···] to the point through "a little back door that stood ajar:

[···]

[She] experiences the dreams of the prince and the princess, which:


And indeed, something did seem to rush past; it looked like a flight of shadows on the wall, horses with thin legs and flowing manes, huntsmen, lords and ladies on horseback.

“Those are only dreams. They come and take the gentry's thoughts on midnight rides and that’s a good thing, for one will be able to observe them more safely while they are asleep.”

One cannot believe it could get more risqué, but:

The ceiling was like the crown of a palm tree, with leaves of rarest crystal; and, hanging from a thick gold stem in the centre of the floor, were two beds, each in the shape of a lily. One was white, and in this lay the princess. The other was scarlet, and, if you turned one of the red leaves over, you would see a boy's brown hair. 

"The prince was a handsome boy.""The prince stepped out of his bed --- and who could do more than that?" [···] (ibid.)

The departure is in a carriage of pure gold, not sitting on an oversized princess-pearl, but actually far better, for "the space beneath the seat was packed with fruit and ginger nuts," disappearing from view in "the carriage, which gleamed as bright as the sun."

[···] but "they drove through a thick forest," (ibid.) and now comes the worst. It's the story of the robber maiden. The prince gave Gerda his role, and she left it in quite painless tears, but now she will meet a girl who is in a boy's role herself, and who, quite expressively, wields a knife. Gerda is to be oppressed under the violence of that knife:
[···]

[No matter what it is, at the end of the story there is something that, in my own humble opinion, definitely undermines little Gerda's sweet role as a possible paradigm.]
Here is the fact: the Revolution, Universal History, on horseback, if one could not have interpreted it as this in advance:

... and green buds could be seen everywhere in the forest. A young girl wearing a scarlet cap on her head and holding two pistols came riding out on the forest on a magnificent horse that was recognised immediately -- it was the horse that had drawn the golden carriage. The robber maiden had grown tired of staring at home and wanted to head up north, and, if that didn't amuse her, she was planning to go elsewhere.
[···] ... and asked after the prince and princess.

'They've gone travelling to foreign parts / They're travelling in foreign lands', said the robber girl.


[···]


When Gerda finally asks the robber maiden about the whereabouts of the fairytale helpers we have learned to know, she receives (and we receive), as we know, the news: "'tis much ado about nothing!"










Phanopoeia: In the Shadow of the Snow Queen

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Phanopoeia: In the Shadow of the Snow Queen
Wendy Donawa
University of Victoria
(Illustrations from the Combel edition, by Jordi Vila Delclòs)

I must seem something of a wooly mammoth to my students when I point out that my childhood unfolded prior to widespread television; external stimuli to my imagination were limited in a way subsequent media generations find difficult to visualize. But I recall most vividly how compellingly and repeatedly I was drawn to one of the few books in our home—a 1908 publication of Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales, lavishly illustrated by Edmund Dulac, sent by my father’s Scottish great-aunts when he was a young child.
 
How I pored over the intricate details of this book; how it enchanted me, provoked me, if you will—not because I needed help with the narrative—for after a first reading, I knew what happened—but for something I could not name, and still struggle to describe. I was possessed by the sense that there is a more-ness to the world: not only the mysterious possibility of beauty, or the unpredictable unfolding of events, but also an intractable and unfathomable sadness.


I felt, in a completely instinctive and inarticulate way, that if I gave myself over to these images, I might come to understand this more-ness. And I think so still; I agree with Dwayne Huebner (1999) that to be human is to transform experience into significant symbols, that our awareness of language makes our consciousness available to the world; I agree with Adrienne Rich (2002) that the multiplicity of the poetic image offers revelation, and is a way of learning and knowing (43). This more-ness is what I understand by phanopoeia, as I respond to Rebecca’s and Leah’s engagement with ways of evoking underlying memory and imagination, and of divining touchstones for poetic and curricular meaning.
I teach literature now, mainly to education students, and I often begin my children’s literature course with a reading of Hans Christian Andersen’s (1908) Snow Queen—a self-indulgent choice, as it’s a personal favourite. I like to share it for its wealth of imagery, its openness to interpretation, and here, for its applicability to our theme of provoking curriculum. The images and representations of mythic, archetypal experience seem to me to offer transcendent moments, opportunities to see how things might be other than they are; they offer ways to hold back the rising tide of educational means-and-ends values cloaked in scientific, developmental, and technological language.

But I am almost always disappointed, although not surprised, that, initially, students do not take to The Snow Queen at all. Too long, where’s it going, what’s the point? they complain. Why all the unconnected adventures? Too much description, too many obtuse encounters. And indeed, the cadence is alien in a sound-byte, media-oriented era. So the challenge is to share with them the pleasures of listening for the delicious inventiveness, the dark ironies, the Lewis-Carroll-like nonsense, the pervasive existential melancholy unweaving the didactic Lutheran Christian material. Such a reading offers an antidote to Adrienne Rich’s (2002: 149) observation that in an era dominated by marketing and capital, subtleties vanish, and complex relations are reduced to banal stereotypes. The devaluing of critical thought accompanies the devaluing of language, its flattening and impoverishment, and its collapse into the shallow and obvious. As Dwayne Huebner (1999) puts it, when text is replaced by textbook, our interpretive ability is diminished.

So the reward is our coming to hear that the dreamlike and startling qualities of the Snow Queen narrative are Andersen’s voice, to hear that it is a voice, and a way of being, worth listening to. To understand a reader’s capacity to listen to undercurrents, to subtext, to Rebecca’s sideshadows, is to invite tolerance for the uncertain, the ambiguous, the disturbing. To evoke and provoke.

Andersen summons our attention in his first sentence: “All right! Now we are about to begin, and you must attend, and when we get to the end of the story you will know more”(1). The story is a classic circular journey, its central image the journey made by an immature protagonist forced to leave home, to encounter tests and obstacles, and finally to return home transformed by the crucible of experience.

And it strikes me that this is also a central energy of pedagogy, for however a trajectory of knowledge and experience may bring us to a new place, it also brings us home to our changed selves. So, how can the poetic and archetypal images, the phanopoeia, of the Snow Queen in/form our memory, perception and imagination? How can it offer touchstones in our pedagogical worlds?

The narrative, patterned with dark and light, begins with a cosmic encounter, angels and goblins. The goblins have invented a dark mirror that mocks and projects, which reflects only the world’s ugliness and deformity. The goblins fly the mirror too near heaven, and it shatters, its shards flying about the world to lodge in human hearts and eyes. In terms of our own lived, embodied, politically structured lives, those shards reflect the fear and projection of Otherness; they foreclose empathy or understanding; they justify visions of racism, misogyny, hegemony and bigotry of all stripes.
 
 


Meanwhile, the child protagonists, Gerda and Kai, play innocently in their little rose-bowered garden, their Eden. But it is Kai in whom flying fragments of the shattered mirror lodge. Kay becomes a “bad” child, hardhearted, defiant, and disobedient. So far, a conventional Judaeo-Christian storyline. Or is it? Must innocence be ignorance? What are the consequences of knowledge? For it is the knowledge of previously unknown evil that provokes, then overshadows, Kai’s own childhood curriculum of devout and unquestioning innocence. Forbidden knowledge arouses Kai’s ambition and his intellectual hunger; it drives him out “into the wide world” (a continual refrain) where we must all eventually fare as we can.
              
And there is a certain grandeur to Kai’s misdeeds, for the clever boy is abducted bythe Snow Queen and taken to the vast, mathematical perfection of her palace, of her throne room, its frozen centre “the Mirror of Reason...the best and only one in the world” (67). The Snow Queen’s beauty suggests the seductive appeal and pristine aesthetic of pure rationality. Her icy kisses ensure Kai’s allegiance, but they take his innocence; they sever him from his origins and his childhood loyalties; they leave him ungrounded, incapable of heartfelt engagement , his loving but limited childhood quite forgotten.

What does Kai’s dilemma convey of the appeal of pure reason, of unadulterated abstraction, of the seductive, authoritative way of knowing that has held the academy in its icy embrace for centuries? “Uncontaminated” by the feeling life, by subjectivity, the rational voice denies the subjectivity of which it is made; it denies the interests and the power that are at stake; it excludes all that is embodied, biological, and specific, all that is Other. It obscures its relation to any non-logical processes by which its knowledge is achieved, so that the domain of knowledge production, like the society in which it is embedded, is “befouled with inequalities of power” (Rich, 2002: 117). End justifies means, as we find in curriculum that has become, as Rebecca says “handmaiden to conservative and paranoid reforms.” In just such a way, a culture is created that maintains inequalities of power as effectively as any brute force might (Rich, 2002: 51).

So, what alternatives might be suggested by the child Gerda, whose quest it is to seek Kai? Gerda is the archetypal child-soul, utterly vulnerable in the wide world Kai longs for, her only strength her unknowing innocence. Gerda is a problematic image for feminists. Her innocence is conflated with her goodness, and suggests a life without evident power or control, the life of a “good” woman, unable to act in the public domain, guided only by innocence and intuition. Nonetheless, Gerda is the active agent and the rescuer in this tale, suggesting that intuition and the heart’s ties also imply ways of knowing, and offer another pathway to agency and wisdom. Perhaps she illustrates the “poaching” Rebecca describes; Gerda deconstructs the womanly virtues of goodness and uses them to disrupt the powers that thwart her quest.

Gerda’s search for Kai is a purely instinctual one, and follows an elaborate pattern of capture and escape, of darkness and light. Moreover, each stage takes her further from her flowering childhood garden into successive underworlds of the violent and murderous, the primitive and elemental.

The lonely, befuddled old witch who first captures Gerda has a garden of static springtime and magic speaking flowers who tell the child of the fleeting nature of joy, of thwarted love, of the melancholy, narcissism, and despair of the real world. And they also reveal that the lost Kai is not, as feared, dead. This syncope unravels Gerda’s enchantment, and she escapes from her delusions and illusions to the “real” world of power and politics and possible community.

She eventually finds herself at an opulent and learned court, the princess of which is so accomplished that she “has read all the newspapers in the world and forgotten them again, so clever is she” (34). The ultimate in civility, the courtiers, although elaborately ritualistic, are kindly too, in their way, and they equip Gerda extravagantly for her onward journey. But there is something effete and bloodless about this court too, its inhabitants so elaborately learned, but shielded from the untidy vigour of daily life. So impotent are they that at night the sleeping courtiers cannot even dream without assistance from the animal dream world. The court’s refinement is not really Leah’s logopoeia, a dance of the intellect; it doesn’t have the energy and sinew to be a poetics, a making, at all. It is not a house of being; it cannot be provoked.

And how might this courtly image speak to our curricular concerns? Any educational movement, to have vigour and longevity, must have intellectual and theoretical underpinnings, but what of ever-more-refined, subtle and self-referring conceptual ramifications that eventually seal themselves off from the active domains in which they should be embedded? “To be heard in the halls of high theory,” says Patti Lather (1996: 526), “one must speak the language of those who live there.” But to work with teachers in the difficult world of practice is to become aware of a current of impatience with academia’s insistence on strong theoretical curricular grounding. Let the wordspinners stay trapped in the palace of discourse with its elaborate protocols of tenure and promotion, say those in the field; let them stay trapped with the princess who has read all the newspapers in the world and forgotten them again. 

The provisional nature of “civilization” and the insufficiency of pure theory is shown by the next episode in the tale, for deep in the forest, that unconscious domain where all that is dreaded and unknown lurks, Gerda’s golden coach is ambushed, her servants are murdered, and Gerda is captured and taken to the Robber stronghold. If the court is an elegant dream, the robbers’ castle is the cannibalistic shadow stuff of nightmares. Against the orderly refinement and decorum of the court, Andersen sets actual, animating sources of power: violence, savagery, appetite, and death-drive unfettered by law or scruple. 

And if Gerda encounters the dark shadow of civilization, she also meets her own shadow in the little robber girl. Andersen takes pains to point out that the little robber girl is about Gerda’s age and size, but stronger, and darker. She is “all that gets suppressed in the process of becoming a decent civilized adult” (Le Guin, 1979: 60), everything Gerda is not, and that “good” children are not—headstrong, amoral, ingenious, unscrupulous. She does all the things good children might, in their darkest hearts, wish to do—she torments her animals, lies to her mother, helps herself to Gerda’s pretty possessions. But because the robber girl’s desires are authentic, and her will unconstrained, her passions have energy and agency, and it is she who equips Gerda and engineersher escape on her prescient speaking reindeer, almost an animal familiar. And frankly, the darkly passionate little robber girl, seething with qualities repressed, denied, or unacknowledged by good children, is a great deal more interesting than innocent, passive Gerda.
 
But how do we help our students recognize and incorporate their shadows, so that they can integrate authentic desire, the capacity to imagine alternatives, the relation of knowledge to self-knowledge, and a transcendent sense of the “more-ness” possible in their lives? And how consciously do we model this process ourselves? How effectively do we discern the light and dark energies of curriculum? The discourse of learning theory is an inadequate conceptual tool for thinking about education (Huebner, 1999, chapter 26), its language more concerned with control and behaviour than with the meaning of life.


Gerda escapes north with her faithful reindeer, again vulnerable and adrift in an increasingly wild environment as she draws nearer to the oblivious Kai. Once more she encounters shadows of civilization, but generative ones this time: instinctively wise primitives, women attuned to survival in a harsh environment. Here instinct is not blind, but practical, wise and generous, and Gerda is sent on the last stage of her journey.



Barefoot in the palace of the Snow Queen, Gerda at length finds Kai. Her hot tears of love melt the mirror fragments in his eye and heart; the innocent intuitive self and the intellectual rational self are reunited. Thus whole, they are able to retrace the whole reverse journey of Gerda’s quest to arrive transformed, mature and integrated, where they first began.

Resolution is effected through the interruptions, the syncopes that Rebecca and Leah evoke; the disruption of innocence by knowledge, of knowledge by excessive refinement, of refinement by primal savagery, and of all these, by a recognition of the shadow and the wisdom of the loving heart. For if the multiplicity of imagery offers a way of knowing, it offers a way of unknowing too. The subtlety, expressiveness and complexity that serve ideology also weave threads that can effect their own unraveling, subtexts that can resist, deconstruct, “write back” (Ashcroft, Griffith & Tiffin, 1989) its original intentions, text that can be “read against” itself (Schweikart, 1998: 197).

What, then, is foreclosed, in the life of the mind and spirit, in curriculum, when phanopoeia is dissolved by instrumental language, when discourse is robbed of image? What options, multiplicities, and potential disappear when the metaphors by which we live and make meaning are flattened into stereotype? When “language itself collapses into shallowness” (Rich, 2002: 149), we lose the facets and doubles and reflections and shadows of images that are our spiritual capital, and our pedagogical capital too. Those evocative images on the edge of meaning are not just for the isolated visionary, but for the collective, says Adrienne Rich (p. 117), who speaks searingly to the resulting overall impoverishment of human imagination and intelligence:

Waste.  Waste.  The watcher’s eye put out, hands of the builder severed, brain of the maker starved
those who could bind, join, reweave, cohere, replenish
now at risk in this segregate republic
locked away out of sight and hearing, out of mind, shunted aside
those needed to teach, advise, persuade, weigh arguments
those urgently needed for the work of perception
work of the poet, the astronomer, the historian, the architect of new streets
work of the speaker who also listens
meticulous delicate work of reaching the heart of the desperate woman, the desperate man
--never to be finished, still unbegun work of repair--it cannot be done without them
and where are they now? (Rich, 1991: 11)

EVENTYRETS EVENTYR

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l. EVENTYRETS EVENTYR

Før vi ser på kunsteventyret som genre, vil vi se på de eventyrene som berettes innenfor eventyrets ramme, og spørre om ikke "Sneedronningen" inneholder elementer til et program for eventyrdiktning.Selve hovedkomposisjonen indikerer at mytene har nær forbindelse med menneskenes liv: 2.-7. fortelling er en aktualisering av mytestoffet ved at det appliseres på to barns hverdag. Myte og eventyr bekrefter ved dette også hverandre.
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Vi har til slutt [···] beretning, som ligger svært nær til eventyret om Klods-Hans. Gerda er villig til å ta eventyr på alvor. Hennes feiltagelse har sin grunn i at hun ikke kombinerer forestillingene i eventyret med sin fornuftsevne (som er noe annet enn forstandsevnen). Når hun kunne anta at prinsens ransel var Kays slede, er dette en fortolkning som ikke bygger på ettertanke, men på egne ønsker og åpenbart urimelige premisser. Eventyrenes forestillinger må altså omtolkes før de kan anvendes på menneskeverdenen.
Landskap og stemninger skildres på en måte som folkeeventyrene ikke har plass for, ofte blir naturen stemningsbakgrunn for personenes følelsesliv.
Selvstendige humoristiske poeng, f.eks. om kammertjenerens kammertjener, finner vi sjelden i folkeeventyrene. Her ligger humoren innbefattet i selve handlingen.
Mens folkeeventyrene bare inneholder de elementer som er strengt nødvendige for at handlingen skal kunne beskrives, inneholder altså kunsteventyret gjerne elementer utover dette.Handlingens enhet er slik ikke noe overordnet ideal.

Alvhild Dvergsdal, "Snedronningen: et eventyr for voksne."
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