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happyheidi · 2 years
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hush. x
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When we grab you by the ankles,
Where our mark is to be made,
You'll soon be doing noble work,
Although you won't be paid,
When we drive away in secret,
You'll be a volunteer,
So don't scream when we take you,
The world is quiet here
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currenthyperf1xat1ons · 3 months
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rewatching a series of unfortunate events and i forgot how GOOD THIS SHOW IS?!?!
the eye imagery is KILLING ME /pos
so yeah next posts will probably be about asoue so hoping this reaches the target audience
anyway 👁️the world is quiet here👁️
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salubrious-sybarite · 5 months
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The world is quiet here.
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unfortunatetheorist · 6 months
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Why did nobody BREAK the Sugar Bowl? (NCT, that can apply to Book Canon, I guess)
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One thing that has been intriguing me lately is the thought of someone breaking the Sugar Bowl - on purpose.
For example, what if Lemony said "Enough is enough!" to Beatrice, outside the Opera House and just hurled it towards the ground? Or if Beatrice decided that this power can not be in the hands of 1 person and takes away the power altogether?
Well, let's collate some facts about the Sugar Bowl to try and determine why this is im/possible:
The Sugar Bowl, and whatever may be inside it, is UNDOUBTEDLY the V.F.D.'s most powerful asset. Tiny, schism-causing little... so-and-so.
The Sugar Bowl is so powerful that it's too much power for one person to wield alone. Maybe Beatrice's original plan was to rotate the volunteer who has it? Work out a secret timetable or something?
The Sugar Bowl has split the organisation, but weirdly, somehow, keeps it together. The Sugar Bowl represents the unity of the V.F.D., how they were once a powerful organisation where everyone got along fine, and are now two sides and a morally grey area... or even non-existent, ad Lemony foreshadows/mentions in THH:P2.
So those are the facts. And in terms of characters, there's only one person who has had AMPLE opportunity to do this - Lemony. He's had the bowl for the longest out of everyone, post-schism.
But here's what I think:
The V.F.D. is obviously an extremely rich and powerful organisation, which is why there's always a fortune to be stolen, be it Baudelaire, Quagmire, Spats, Kornbluth, Winnipeg...
So:
THEORY: Given their riches and assets, if Lemony broke the sugar bowl, V.F.D. could very possibly have gone to WAR.
They have the time, resources and brainpower to make nuclear (or worse) weapons of mass destruction.
This is why no-one, not even Lemony in all of his depression and anger, broke the sugar bowl - it's too big of a risk, not just to members but to the organisation's secrecy. If ANYTHING happens to the bowl, whoever has it knows that Esmé would gather a global army to get it back. And if Esmé makes a big deal, it. Goes. Public.
¬ Th3r3534rch1ngr4ph, Unfortunate Theorist/Snicketologist
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itssblue · 2 months
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themagicalmolly · 1 year
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When we grab you by the ankle, Where our mark is to be made, You'll soon be doing noble work, Although you won't be paid. When we drive away in secret, You'll be a volunteer, So don't scream when we tell you: The world is quiet here.
Lemony Snicket, A Series of Unfortunate Events
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dragoneyes618 · 7 months
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So was Qwerty about to say "The world is quiet here," revealing himself as a member of VFD, if Lemony hadn't interrupted him?
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ladysansalannister · 5 months
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The Garden of Proserpine
“Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing,
For harvest-time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.
I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
And everything but sleep.
Here life has death for neighbour,
And far from eye or ear
Wan waves and wet winds labour,
Weak ships and spirits steer;
They drive adrift, and whither
They wot not who make thither;
But no such winds blow hither,
And no such things grow here.
No growth of moor or coppice,
No heather-flower or vine,
But bloomless buds of poppies,
Green grapes of Proserpine,
Pale beds of blowing rushes
Where no leaf blooms or blushes
Save this whereout she crushes
For dead men deadly wine.
Pale, without name or number,
In fruitless fields of corn,
They bow themselves and slumber
All night till light is born;
And like a soul belated,
In hell and heaven unmated,
By cloud and mist abated
Comes out of darkness morn.
Though one were strong as seven,
He too with death shall dwell,
Nor wake with wings in heaven,
Nor weep for pains in hell;
Though one were fair as roses,
His beauty clouds and closes;
And well though love reposes,
In the end it is not well.
Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands;
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fears to greet her
To men that mix and meet her
From many times and lands.
She waits for each and other,
She waits for all men born;
Forgets the earth her mother,
The life of fruits and corn;
And spring and seed and swallow
Take wing for her and follow
Where summer song rings hollow
And flowers are put to scorn.
There go the loves that wither,
The old loves with wearier wings;
And all dead years draw thither,
And all disastrous things;
Dead dreams of days forsaken,
Blind buds that snows have shaken,
Wild leaves that winds have taken,
Red strays of ruined springs.
We are not sure of sorrow,
And joy was never sure;
To-day will die to-morrow;
Time stoops to no man's lure;
And love, grown faint and fretful,
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure.
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Then star nor sun shall waken,
Nor any change of light:
Nor sound of waters shaken,
Nor any sound or sight:
Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,
Nor days nor things diurnal;
Only the sleep eternal
In an eternal night.”
—Alergnon Charles Swinburne
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lawyeronabike · 1 year
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Book Talk #1: A very serious comparison between V.C. Andrews's "Flowers in the Attic" and Lemony Snicket's "The Bad Beginning"
One is a silly series for children. The other is a horrifying novel for adults (although kids will read what they will, you can't stop them). Both are gothic and use many of the same plot elements.
Once upon a time there is a death in the family (one or more parents)
This family death causes young children to move
The children are placed in the hands of a wicked caretaker, who confines them to small, claustrophobic quarters
The children come from a wealthy family, but for legal reasons, are unable to access the money
A sinister plot endangers the life of the children
The two older children, in the absence of parents, take on a more parent like role themselves (see Promoted to parent https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PromotionToParent)
Themes of incest. While Flowers in the Attic contains explicit incest between Chris and Cathy, The Bad Beginning nearly marries Count Olaf to his ward, Violet. Additionally, some fans read incest into the relationship between Violet and Klaus, a somewhat common feature of the "Promoted to Parent" trope.
The children must use their own wits to escape their circumstances, as the adults are all useless and/or evil.
Both book series hint at greater secrets being kept from the children, and build a mystery that leaves the reader wanting more.
I find it fascinating how such similar plot elements can be taken in such different directions. As a bonus point, both books have sequels that are not as good as the original.
In conclusion, if you take the threats and dumb them down, make them foolish and incompetent, you get a campy kids story. Take those threats and make them competent, and you get a bone-chilling horror novel.
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"A library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ignorance, particularly if the library is very tall and the surrounding area has been flooded."
-Lemony Snicket
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"When we grab you by the ankles,
Where our mark is to be made,
You'll soon be doing noble work,
Although you won't be paid.
When we drive away in secret,
You'll be a volunteer,
So don't scream when we take you:
The world is quiet here."
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salubrious-sybarite · 7 months
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unfortunatetheorist · 6 months
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Hello! Love your blog :) Hoping you can help me with a quick q. On page 269 of The Slippery Slope, Violet, Klaus and Quigley discover the VFD motto ‘the world is quiet here’ but the narrator (Lemony) describes ‘four tiny words etched over their heads’, not five. Do you think this is a mistake, or is he leaving one out (e.g: ‘the’), or is he deliberately misquoting? The motto is derived from the first line of the Algernon Charles Swinburne poem The Garden of Proserpine: ‘Here, where the world is quiet;’ — so should the real interpretation of the motto be ‘the world is quiet’? Interested to hear your thoughts, thanks!
Hi, @sianitha, thanks for the ask (my Very First Discussion)!
It's definitely an interesting question, for which there can be a few theories:
Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.
Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.
Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.
It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.
Let's see. We know none of it is burned, as Quigley read all five words out.
Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.
Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.
Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.
It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.
Lemony is known for being a bit of a liar, but I think he tells mostly half-truths - when necessary - simply because he can't trust anyone, after having gone on the lam. But in this context, it's unnecessary; he's writing these books to clear his name and the Baudelaires' names, what good would it do him to lie?
Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.
Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.
Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.
It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.
Also, as a volunteer, he'd know his poetry pretty well; well enough to distinguish it from the organisation's motto, even if it is similar.
Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.
Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.
Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.
It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.
And this makes sense when you look at other typos, such as...
...well, as far as I remember, there was one in TPP about Klaus and "her sisters", or something to that effect.
As for the interpretation of the motto, I think it means
"THE WORLD IS QUIET HERE"
i.e. Wherever there is a branch of the V.F.D., the world THERE is quiet. Elsewhere, it's noisy and uncouth.
Hope that helps,
¬ Th3r3534rch1ngr4ph, Unfortunate Theorist/Snicketologist
***EDIT: There's also a fifth option which I hadn't thought of when writing this - the motto reads "THE WORLD'S QUIET HERE". But this also doesn't follow, as Quigley read out 5 words, not 4.***
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zacrathedemon5 · 1 year
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New AMV, a little burst of creepy vibes for you all!
Anime: Madoka Magica
Song: The Benign Author: Construct by The World Is Quiet Here
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kiwichapstickss · 2 years
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My Dearest CeCe,
Please never forget that the sun rises and sets with your smile. At least to me it does. You’re the only thing on this planet worth worshipping.
All my love,
Edward
- The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
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