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"I'm tired of talk. My tongue's resting"

Couldn't be me

I fear I'm stupid

The duke Beorhtnoth was a defender of the monks, and a patron of the church, especially the abbey of Ely. After the battle the Abbot of Ely obtained his body and buried it in the abbey. His head had been hacked off and was not recovered: it was replaced in the tomb by a ball of wax,

He was tall, and he walked lightly and quickly; he was dressed all in dark green and wore a hood that partly overshadowed his face.

ARAGON?

From what I understood, this was a take on how society doesn't value the arts as they don't deem it useful thus its not important. Also the journey could be an analogy for dying as he doesn't want to go and almost suffers in the institute for it and then the voices cast judgement and what his afterlife should be like

Why are they doing this to him. This hospital cannot be up to code

There was once a little man called Niggle, who had a long journey to make. He did not want to go, indeed the whole idea was distasteful to him; but he could not get out of it. He knew he would have to start some time, but he did not hurry with his preparations.

Now where have I seen something like this before

For the Art of it has the supremely convincing tone of Primary Art, that is, of Creation. To reject it leads either to sadness or to wrath.

How real, how startlingly alive is a factory chimney compared with an elm tree: poor obsolete thing, insubstantial dream of an escapist!

Creative Fantasy, because it is mainly trying to do something else, may open your hoard and let all the locked things fly away like cage birds. The gems all turn into flowers or flames, and you will be warned that all you had was dangerous and potent, not really effectively chained, free and wild; no more yours than they were you.

Fantasy remains a human right: we make in our measure and in our derivative mode, because we are made: and not only made, but made in the image and likeness of a Maker

"Fantasy (in this sense) is, I think, not a lower but a higher form of Art, indeed the most nearly pure form and so (when achieved) the most potent"

If we use child in a good sense (it has also legitimately a bad one) we must not allow that to push grown ups into the sentimentality of only using adult or grown up in a bad sense (it has also legitimately a good one).

This is naturally often enough what children mean when they ask: "is it true?" They mean: "I like this, but is it contemporary? Am I safe in my bed?" The answer: "there is certainly no dragon in England today" is all that they want to hear

Children are now too often spared in mollified versions of Grimm (They should not be spared it - unless they are spared the whole story until their digestions are stronger)

We would have got on so well

History often resembles 'Myth' because they are ultimately the same stuff.

This aspect of 'mythology' - sub creation, rather than either representation or symbolic interpretation of the beauties and terrors of the world - is, I think, too little considered. Is that because it is seen rather in Faerie than upon Olympus? Because it is thought to belong to the 'lower mythology' rather than the 'higher'?

Mythology is not a disease at all, though it may like all human things become diseased. You might as well say that thinking is a disease of the mind. It would be more near the truth to say that languages, especially modern European languages, are a disease of mythology.

Why he spitting bars this hard

"Such tales report many marvels, but they are marvels to be seen in this mortal world in some region of our own time and space; distance alone conceals them"