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Sep. 13th, 2011 03:14 pmEvery time one of those weekends, the ones where people turn into animals or switch sex or I don't know, become children, or whatever else kind of curse the City arranges, I think about some of those stories where people transform into animals as a punishment for something and have to find someone to kiss them back to usual.
Unless you're Eustace, because then all that happens is that you remain a dragon until you die because no princess in Narnia will be willing to give you a kiss.
At any rate: stories of transformation. There are loads in Narnia, of course, but in England, too. I always wonder if that's what the curses here are meant to feel like. Confusing and irritating.
I suppose if that's the case I ought to be more forgiving of the people in those stories, then. Swans and frogs, the lot of them.
Unless you're Eustace, because then all that happens is that you remain a dragon until you die because no princess in Narnia will be willing to give you a kiss.
At any rate: stories of transformation. There are loads in Narnia, of course, but in England, too. I always wonder if that's what the curses here are meant to feel like. Confusing and irritating.
I suppose if that's the case I ought to be more forgiving of the people in those stories, then. Swans and frogs, the lot of them.
