Maisie :D ’s Reviews > Tree and Leaf; Smith of Wootton Major; The Homecoming of Beorhtnoth > Status Update

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

Couldn't be me

I fear I'm stupid

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