Predictably wanky answer from a predictable wanker: I used to knob a girl whose mother had an encyclopaedic knowledge of fairy tales. She was a professional story-teller. She gave me a book of the Russian ones, which are mostly variants on the ones we know except there's oodles more blood and death. In a similar vein, I had a period of reading Latvian myth, which has a very fairy tale aspect... in fact, scratch that, I generally think any myth is pretty much synonymous with a fairy tale. People get myth confused with some intellectual feat of wankestry when, in fact, nearly all myth is as ridiculous and as poignant as fairy tales.
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Originally Posted by Savage Clone
Last time I was in Chicago I spent an hour in a Nazi submarine with a banjo player.
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