Friday, February 13, 2009

A Great Keynes Quote




If you owe your banker a thousand pounds, you are at his mercy.
If you owe your banker a million pounds, he is at your mercy.

Ahh, gotta love Keynes.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Little Mermaid

Wow, it's been a while. Happy New Year.



Anyway, I was going to write about The Little Mermaid and some other fairy tales. I never watched it on one extended sit-through and I never liked it, although I quite like the story(Andersen's). But that witch doesn't deserve that. All she did was give the mermaid legs and take her voice instead. Fair trade. Service and goods in exchange for the demand of the provider. Ariel cannot take legs for free because the witch also has wants.

Another thing is now that I think about it again, it was a very sad and cruel ending. I mean, no one wants to remain a spirit forever. That'll be the shittiest thing. Death is death and it exists because it is a vital(damn, need a better choice of word) element to life. And it's not like Ariel lives in physical body, meaning no happiness that I can think of may occur. Because I am so earthly like that. It will be a boring life.



Next in line is The Red Shoes. I mean, what kind of fairy tale is that? I, as a teenager used to some violence, quite like the story. But I frankly have no idea how I read it and had no impression when I was four. I can't believe it's not yet to be adopted into a horror film. It will be a legend if someone manages to pull out a beautiful, repeat, BEAUTIFUL image.

I read a book, about 3-4 years ago, about how all the fairy tales are based on true stories and it actually had historical accounts in it. It was the scariest thing ever. Hansel and Gretel is basically real. I can't remember any details, but it was about recipes and stuff. And do you remember the story about a good girl getting gold poured onto her and her evil sister getting tar poured onto her? That is real. The historical evidence was so shocking that I still remember most of it. It was a monk's account on a girl who came to the monastery covered in tar(I believe she never could wash it away).