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  1. Nice. Luckily for Bran, he is 'not made of clay...' Really? I thought I did pretty good...(well, maybe not quite as 'concise'...)
  2. Perhaps he's the Night's King?!
  3. I'm averse to Tyrion as Targ, but unfortunately that's the way GRRM rolls... The evidence has persuaded me -- but I'll always hate it!
  4. You talk about "the urge to insist on concrete certainty for stories that are deliberately mysterious" as pertains to the relationship between humans and their gods, which might equally apply to the relationship between GRRM and his readers! Toward the end of this quest in which we are engaged, we may have to conclude of GRRM: A symbol was all he could hope to convey, An intimation, a shot of ray, A meaning I was supposed to seek, And finding, wasn't disposed to speak... One More Brevity I opened the door so my last look Should be taken outside a house and book. Before I gave up seeing and slept I said I would see how Sirius kept His watch-dog eye on what remained To be gone into, if not explained. But scarcely was my door ajar, When, past the leg I thrust for bar Slipped in to be my problem guest, Not a heavenly dog made manifest, But an earthly dog of the carriage breed; Who, having failed of the modern speed, Now asked asylum -- and I was stirred To be the one so dog-preferred. He dumped himself like a bag of bones, He sighed himself a couple of groans, And head to tail then firmly curled Like swearing off on the traffic world. I set him water, I set him food, He rolled an eye with gratitude (Or merely manners it may have been), But never so much as lifted chin. His hard tail loudly smacked the floor As if beseeching me, “Please, no more, I can’t explain -- tonight at least.” His brow was perceptibly trouble-creased. So I spoke in terms of adoption thus: “Gustie, old boy, Dalmatian Gus, You’re right, there’s nothing to discuss. Don’t try to tell me what’s on your mind, The sorrow of having been left behind, Or the sorrow of having run away. All that can wait for the light of day. Meanwhile feel obligation-free. Nobody has to confide in me.” ‘Twas too one-sided a dialogue, And I wasn’t sure I was talking dog. I broke off baffled. But all the same, In fancy, I ratified his name, Gustie, Dalmatian Gus, that is, And started shaping my life to his, Finding him in his right supplies And sharing his miles of exercise. Next morning the minute I was about He was at the door to be let out With an air that said, “I have paid my call. You mustn’t feel hurt if now I’m all For getting back somewhere or further on.” I opened the door and he was gone. I was to taste in little the grief That comes of dogs’ lives being so brief, Only a fraction of ours at most. He might have been the dream of a ghost In spite of the way his tail had smacked My floor so hard and matter-of-fact. And things have been going so strangely since, I wouldn’t be too hard to convince, I might even claim, he was Sirius. (Think of presuming to call him Gus) The star itself, heaven’s greatest star, Not a meteorite, but an avatar, Who had made an overnight descent To show by deeds he didn’t resent My having depended on him so long, And yet done nothing about it in song. A symbol was all he could hope to convey, An intimation, a shot of ray, A meaning I was supposed to seek, And finding, wasn't disposed to speak. ROBERT FROST
  5. Hi Dorian the D. 'Unfocused'? You mean 'equivocal'? I believe in RLJ, because long time ago in a galaxy far far away before I ever stumbled upon westeros and fell into the bloody blue rabbit hole, upon my very first reading of AGOT, never suspecting where it would take me, my intuition told me that it was true -- and I always trust my intuition
  6. The gold medallions or coins signify that Viserys's death was the currency which paid for the dragons. In fact, Viserys was the first to wake a dragon -- his namesake Viserion being the firstborn dragon, corresponding to the first death chronologically of Dany's kin. Pretty ironic for a guy who always warned her 'not to wake the dragon'! Waking a dragon thus implies kinslaying. There is a disturbing correlation between the telepathic communion respectively of Bran tasting the blood in his mouth of the sacrifice made to the tree and Dany tasting the gold in her mouth of her brother's final moments (tellingly, the 'molten gold' is the very last taste left on her tongue after partaking of shade of the evening). The vivid, visceral experience implies that the taster in each case is a direct beneficiary of the murder -- this being the bitter truth that must be masked with the sweet.
  7. Gared was sent as a messenger by the Others who allowed him to escape as a kind of 'advance-warning' white raven to advise the Warden of the North that Winter is Coming... Not only does he dismiss the messenger, precipitously beheading him, he then proceeds to 'go south' literally and metaphorically, belying his own House's words, the very same he was so fond of eternally quoting, 'Winter is Coming'! Oh the irony. Then as befits GRRM's trademark karmic poetic justice: for failing to heed his own words, he is beheaded by Ice.
  8. In the beginning, there was Lisa [Tuttle]...
  9. Hi Pretty, thanks for the kind mention! Given that the common element in the Faustian bargain often appears to be someone praying to a god (frequently the trees) for a miracle, in exchange for the sacrifice of that person's child (e.g. Rhaego in Dany's analogous deal with the devil), @Unchained and I have previously speculated that Howland's prayers were answered by the 'trees,' in exchange for his first-born son Jojen being pledged and then later being given to the trees, literally (I believe the 'Jojen paste' theory is sadly correct, namely that Jojen's sacrifice was the currency paid in order to open up the weirnet to Bran -- for whom Jojen ended up in the weirwood bowl/bole). Sometimes the 'promissory note' (i.e. debt pending) represented by the 'promised prince' (or heir) -- who is actually a 'promised price' (see @Wizz-The-Smith's 'coins-scion' wordplay) -- is cashed in transgenerationally:
  10. What does the temperature rise and the wall weeping have to do with the Others?
  11. I guess, when the author of 'the Song [of ice and fire]' says that 'Ripple' is his favorite song, we ought to pay attention... I've just discovered the above is a paraphrase of the Grateful Dead lyrics! RIPPLE If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home -- Written by Jerome J. Garcia, Robert C. Hunter
  12. For @Rusted Revolver a man who 'knows no fear' of pun nor oxymoron, venturing into territory where even angels fear to tread... (and for @LmL who is fond of transitively distilling my supposed 'word salad' into gems...) It's well known -- and GRRM admits himself -- that he is a fan of the Grateful Dead: “I have Grateful Dead lyrics rattling around in my head all the time,” he said, when questioned about the references. “Ripple is one of my favorite songs of all time ... [quotes song] ‘There is a road, no simple highway.’” DARK STAR Dark star crashes pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion shall we go, you and I While we can? Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of goodbye Shall we go, you and I While we can? Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds spinning a set the stars through which the tattered tales of axis roll about the waxen wind of never set to motion in the unbecoming round about the reason hardly matters nor the wise through which the stars were set in spin -- Words by Robert Hunter; music by Garcia, Kreutzmann, Lesh, McKernan, and Weir (lyrics start around 6:00)
  13. The honeycomb...or carrot... I love this post by @Mithras in the old thread you once recommended to us: By the way, are you familiar with this quote, which might bolster your pomegranate theory of Littlefinger as Sweetrobin's father, hinting that Littlefinger's designs surrounding his own 'seed' may be his own downfall (in mythology, the person who partakes of the pomegranate seed is doomed, entering into a devil's bargain)?
  14. He's referencing his own relatives, no doubt. It's in the nature of dragons to kill other dragons to consolidate power -- I do believe they refer to it most poetically as a 'dance', or indeed 'song...' Jon was supposed to be 'the song of ice and fire' -- it's the recipe for 'cooking up dragons' Rhaegar was following in his quasi-psychotic obsession with raising the dead. Although I believe Jon is genetically the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, I don't believe in the love story. The clue is in the blue wreath, the 'bitter blooms' or 'false flowers' harboring 'claws', which he (in)famously bestowed upon her marking her for death (the chosen queen of love and beauty is a 'May Queen' image -- that festival historically involved ritual sex followed by murder of the May Queen in order to resurrect the dead season). The 'smiles died' and 'false spring' indeed. Additionally, there's Rhaegar's reputation of being such a 'sorrowful man' overcome by the gravity of what he 'had to do', a bit like the story of Azor Ahai stabbing his wife with heavy heart, and those other euphemistically named assassins who apologize before killing their victims. P.S. Another more psychoanalytic frame to consider is GRRM's real-life love triangle in which his lover Lysa Tully... I mean, 'Lisa Tuttle' of course! left him for another man in 1974. From the perspective of the cuckolded (GRRM identifies with Robert Baratheon in the equation), she was 'taken/stolen from him' by Mystery Man X, dragonspawn incarnate . Although GRRM and the others involved take care never to say his name publicly, GRRM has since commented in interviews, referring, not without a certain lingering bitterness, to Lisa finding 'better taste in men' since then. By association, I do not think Rhaegar the purloiner of girlfriends named 'Lyanna' (pronounced 'LIE-anna') is intended to be 'a good guy' with honorable intentions! This event obviously left a deep impression, given that he can't stop referencing the triangle and obvious permutations of that particular name throughout his novels -- such symbolism abounds, whether consciously or unconsciously. LmL has even given that 'triangular fingerprint' mythological astronomy dimensions, which in my opinion finds its humble origins in the broken heart of our author. 'The human heart in conflict' reverberating throughout the universe is his own.
  15. Nice. A Dune reference to the 'Voice' of the Bene Gesserit (P.S. Why does our friend @Voice call himself 'The Voice...'?! ) What was Ned made to forget, in your opinion -- and by whom..?