I thought it was obvious that Digory and Polly would get married, too, and they didn't! I had this idea that Polly died when she was young so Digory became an old bachelor because of that. Then I remember being so disappointed when I read in The Last Battle that they had both grown up to be old bachelor and spinster but never got married. Now that I'm older I realize that that was a very realistic portrayal of asexual people and a platonic male/female friendship but the little romantic in me was disappointed all the same!It was kinda obvious they were gonna get married...![]()
Well, I think that was simply CS Lewis' way of putting it. It sounds like a bit of gentle humour "so that they could keep on doing it." Meaning of course that they were in love, and they would rather not quarrel with anyone else.
You're right about that!!!So in short: I wasn't sure Aravis and Shasta would get married but I desperately wanted them to all through out the story and it looked like they would and I was very happy that they did!
And I think they had lots of funmaking up
as well.
The description of their relationship wasn't exactly romantic writing, but it was really nice to read that they did get married. And guess what? This was an interracial marriage. Cor was white and blonde and Aravis was dark skinned from a completely different race. Isn't that awesome? So if you ever heard people say that Lewis was a racist (as there are rumors around) remind them of this part of the story.I loved the "quarreling" line. And I was quite happy that they got married (even though when I first read it I didn't like romance at all)
I want some of that "draught of wisdom"!!!!How well have the poets said, "Harsh is the vinegar of folly on the tongue, but the draught of wisdom goes down like a fine microbrew." You have indeed spoken well, sapient Tarkaan, and we thank you for deigning to bestow upon us, who are but worms, the fruit of your wisdom.
Indeed the impetuous folly of the Nameless Wretch who so disgraced her house is a blot upon all Calormen. Imagine exchanging a post of honor as one of the wifes of an honored counselor of the Tisroc (may he live forever) to be mere queen of a petty principality. And all this talk of "freedom" - as if that compared to having hundreds of slaves at your beck and call. Pshaw! Such illusion.