rest in peace, our cute and sweet honorary grandfather!
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The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.
You know what hurts the most about this?
Boromir is lying on the ground in both shots, but for two very different reasons
No. In both cases, he’s on the ground because of his love for his hobbits.
Farewell, farewell, O warrior brave,
Nobody can from Death thee save.It’s broken, that one. It doesn’t have a gun (Steven Moffat, “Listen” Doctor who) // All the soldiers looked exactly alike except one. He looked a little different as he had been cast last of all. (Hans Christian Andersen, The Steadfast Tin Soldier, tr. by Jean Hersholt)
Danny Pink was the man who tried to be the Steadfast Tin Soldier in a world that didn’t believe in fairy tales anymore. He was the silent vigil in a child’s world, crippled, not in his flesh but in his heart; the spoon he was made of was childhood-brittle and war-corroded. He was the timid lover of a paper doll, a girl made of books and rustling steps, and the stubborn and cool antagonist of the Jack in-the-box, of all trade, reluctant puppet master. He was the brave castaway in an ocean of strangeness, where an alien guarded his school and London was flooded with trees and howling. Always, he stood steadfast, unwavering in his love for the paper doll, for home, for children, and iron-clad in his need for truth and good. Danny was not a soldier when did all those things, not anymore.
But a tin heart he got in the end.
Danny died for no reason at all, just like the Tin Soldier from the story. Probably put to it by the Jack, a cruel child, instead of throwing him into the stove, put him in a box of metal, a metal suit, with a metal weapon and a metal heart. Soldiers keep the whole world safe. So Danny burnt in flames a soldier to keep the world safe from him. But Danny was not a soldier when he loved the paper doll, cared for the children and came back from death’s belly. He was iron-clad in his need for trust and promises. He burnt in flames for Clara.
And here’s where this is not a fairy tale: the paper doll didn’t burn with him.
(Feel free to delete the rambling)
“According to legend, wherever the Pandorica was taken, throughout its long history, the Centurion would be there, guarding it. He appears as an iconic image in the artwork of many cultures, and there are several documented accounts of his appearances, and his warnings to the many who attempted to open the box before its time. His last recorded appearance was during the London blitz in 1941. The warehouse where the Pandorica was stored was destroyed by incendiary bombs, but the box itself was found the next morning, a safe distance from the blaze. There are eyewitness accounts from the night of the fire of a figure in Roman dress, carrying the box from the flames. Since then, there have been no sightings of the Lone Centurion, and many have speculated that if he ever existed, he perished in the fires of that night, performing one last act of devotion to the box he had pledged to protect for nearly two thousand years.”
