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the folk of the air
Aug. 17th, 2003 02:38 amWhat an excellent thing it was that I walked this way rather than that way in the shop today, that I chanced upon a copy of the original Les Miserables French concept album at a cheap price, that I decided that I needed it, and that I bought it. The music has been just what I needed to write to this evening.
I understand the below paragraphs better than I used to.
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Farrell asked quietly, "Where does that leave chivalry?"
[...]
"A dead art form," John Erne said, "like lute music. As unnatural to the animal as opera or ballet, and yet nobody who puts on even cardboard armor can quite escape it -- any more than you can escape the fact that your music believes in God and hell and the King. You and I are what they used to call witnesses, vouching with our lives for something we never saw. The bitch of it is, all we ever wanted to be was experts."
The Folk of the Air, Peter S Beagle
I understand the below paragraphs better than I used to.
---
Farrell asked quietly, "Where does that leave chivalry?"
[...]
"A dead art form," John Erne said, "like lute music. As unnatural to the animal as opera or ballet, and yet nobody who puts on even cardboard armor can quite escape it -- any more than you can escape the fact that your music believes in God and hell and the King. You and I are what they used to call witnesses, vouching with our lives for something we never saw. The bitch of it is, all we ever wanted to be was experts."
The Folk of the Air, Peter S Beagle
