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  1. Cleagnebowl in two songs, one singer: Gregor Clegane: And Sandor Clegane:
  2. People also thought the Others were either extinct or a fantasy to begin with. That some people think they are, anyways.
  3. Not to split hairs, but I think that there is a distinction between the White Walkers and the Others- all White Walkers are Others, but not all Others are White Walkers. I think the humanoid form is only one form taken by a polymorphous race that includes at least the White Walkers and Ice Dragons, and probably a primal or original form. As for the WWs, I picture them pretty much as shown in TWoIaF, like Sidhe made of glacial ice.
  4. I suspect that the original sword Ice may have been given to the Starks by the Others to seal whatever pact was forged to make the Starks the Kings of Winter. This may or may not have become the sword Dawn after the Battle for the Dawn after being taken from a fallen Star(k).
  5. Power always comes at a price. Prophecy is always misleading. So are dualities.
  6. 9 but leaning towards a solid 9.5 I thought this was a great episode that had a lot of immediate impact while also steadily building tension for the Battle throughout.
  7. 1. Old enough to know better 2. Male 3. Favorite POV chapters to read or favorite (best) person? 3a. Arya and Tyrion tied 3b. Brienne of Tarth 4. Euron
  8. For Jorah Mormont: (a cover of the song by Vangelis, but I like this version) I'll Find My Way Home- Project Pitchfork: For Robb Stark: Gimme Shelter- The Rolling Stones: And because, well, duh.... Hazy Shade of Winter- The Bangles:
  9. That was my thinking- a lot can happen in two and a half centuries. I hope we find out more in the future. A shift in attitude among the Faithful, for example. I'm also getting a very strong Canterbury Tales vibe in this era- starting with the salacious "cautionary tale" related by a septa/prioress and Alysanne's wife-of-bath-thing/women's court and I feel like maybe having the spring developed in this era is related in some way? Probably just reading too much into it- I have a habit of doing that- but its deliberate inclusion does set my mind in motion.
  10. I don't know if this an error, history as yet unexplained, or my misinterpretation but the spring at Maidenpool is described in F+B as a being inside a spa-like structure (Maidenpool water instead of Lourde's water?) while when we see it later it seems to be as bare as any bather:
  11. This one is long- but it's been a while. This is from a 12" I haven't listened to in ages- both are very ASoIaF but sooooo long, I actually don't think I'll subject you to all of them. The tale of Tam Lin is pretty widely known, I'm just charmed by his David Tibet's creepy take on folk music. A brief passage: I think of Bran as a kind of Tam Lin, but in truth the B-side is the one I was really thinking of in ASoIaF terms and it's... a weird one. The intro bit is by Tiny Tim who so famously wanted you to tiptoe through the tulips with him. Anyways, this reminds me obviously of Lightbringer, but also of the duality of the Stranger as well what I personally believe are the Yin and Yang so remembered by the Andals of the Amethest Empress and Bloodstone Emperor. Not here to sell it, just explaining why I find this less baphomet-ey androgyne evocative of the Lightbringer Incident and R'hlorr/Night's Queen yadda yadda. Anyways: An acquired taste, I admit.
  12. I share your interest in the primal mythos, and admire the thought and tinfoil you have laid out for us. I would like to briefly add that I think that a case can be made that Yeen (the primal Land of Always Summer) is the ancestral home of the Sothyori serpent people (think the Valusians in the old Conan stories) whose degenerate descendants are the Shrykes who can be found on the approach to K'Dath (which I suspect is the ancient capital of the pre-submerged Deep One Empire and the original Land of Always Winter). The Deep Ones and K'Dath are both Lovecraftian so I tend think them linked. The Mazemakers, I posit, are the ancestral form of the Children of the Forest , the Giants, the Lengii, and through the Deep Ones genetic alteration (the mutative power of the Oily Black Stone), the merlings who were created from the remnants of weirwood groves drowned during the war that left the Deep Ones underwater and the CotF masters of Westeros.
  13. . . . AGoT ASoS Probably been mentioned before but it leapt out at me recently.
  14. Delicious! The weird thing is often as that poem pops into my head (invariably when faced with a wall in disrepair) it never made the leap for me to ASoIaF until a few days ago. This line caught me: "I could say "Elves" to him, But it's not elves exactly," Hmmmmm She is the protagonist of Peggy Parish's series of children's books. Amelia takes everything literally, to humorous and silly effect. She also has red hair. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelia_Bedelia . My admittedly bordering-on-the-absurd tinfoil is that "Melisandre" is a combination of "Cassandra" and "Amelia". Let's face it- if it's in a vision, Melisandre is going to get it wrong: unlike Cassandra she is believed (although I believe her visions are probably true barring interference from Quaithe with either a glass candle or Dark Sister) and unlike Amelia her misinterpretations aren't exactly about being taken literally (and she's really not very funny and makes shadow babies instead of pies) it feels plausible to me and I could see GRRM being weird enough to do it.
  15. Speaking of Frost: Mending Wall By Robert Frost Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let my neighbour know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. And some are loaves and some so nearly balls We have to use a spell to make them balance: "Stay where you are until our backs are turned!" We wear our fingers rough with handling them. Oh, just another kind of out-door game, One on a side. It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours." Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: "Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him, But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather He said it for himself. I see him there Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. He moves in darkness as it seems to me, Not of woods only and the shade of trees. He will not go behind his father's saying, And he likes having thought of it so well He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours." On another note: Have I pitched you the idea that Melisandre is a GRRM'esque mishmash of the Iliad's Cassandra and Amelia Bedilia? Poetry and children's nonsense. Not entirely unlike Patchface his nennymoans.
  16. Dolorous Edd's Corpse Wine mishmashed with Hornwood Lady's Fingers. Hmmm- soup is an alchemical process. Bowl o' Wildfire?
  17. These might be a bit of a stretch, but I've been thinking about Tarth, the Evenstar, Dawn, Nightfall, and Lightbringer so... Star of the Evening by James M. Sayles BEAUTIFUL STAR in heav'n so bright , Softly falls thy silv'ry light, As thou movest from earth afar, Star of the evening, beautiful star, Star of the evening, beautiful star. Chorus:  Beautiful star,—  Beautiful star,—  Star of the evening, Beautiful, beautiful star. . . . Shine on, oh star of love divine, And may our soul's affections twine Around thee as thou movest afar, Star of the twilight, beautiful star. to Lewis Carrol's mock turtle ode (House Estermont of Greenshit?) Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup! Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, Game or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two Pennyworth only of Beautiful Soup? Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup? Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beauti--FUL SOUP!
  18. Spitballing here. but... her widow's horse that returned without his bones from the Tower of Joy? She is a fascinating figure. Just for fun my Lady Dustin song: "Passing Horses" by Current 93 "Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha Emptiness Nothing rests on the mirror Nothing to rest Nowhere to rest Clouds do not obscure Passing horses White snow melting Snowflakes falling Turn back into air The end is painless Already full we are Although empty Passing horses White horses ripple Through the blue sky "Who would have thought A dewdrop would last so long" He said "Your end which is endless" He said "As a snowflake melts Into air" He said Trust yourselves Your cup is full Overflowing Floating Passing horses Shining hooves Emptiness is moving And dancing Sky-clad Rainbow-coloured And crystal-faced "A net of fireflies" Freedom itself And motion itself And suffering itself And pain itself And laughing itself And shot through With nothing No one hearing "And the foam on the last water Has dissolved" he said "I lean against the stove And emptiness - lo! Eternity" He said And where are they now These passing horses? In which wood In which star In which stream "Alone into the alone" She said Not realising Oh how alone She already was Dancing in between The worlds The swallow dips The eagle hovers"
  19. For the sinister Deep Ones. The hateful litany of envy and spite detailing the many wholesome surface activities the Squishers can no longer indulge in combined with the chorus urging you to join in their abominable eucharist and taste of their tainted flesh and presumably become as they are will leave your your sanity in tatters. The horror, the horror:
  20. OK- this one is complicated. Knights and lists. Traditionally, knights joust in the lists. The Maesters are the Knights of the mind, as Luwin tells Bran in AGoT, and they are also the knights of the lists- lists of Lord Commanders, lists of the supplies and transactions, lists of the seasons... I'm a little vaguer on this part, but if I remember correctly the aisles between the stacks in a library can also "lists" so we have the possibility of the knights of the mind in the lists spending nights on lists of knights who jousted in the lists.
  21. In another thread I briefly mentioned the idea of the tree with pennies nailed to it in Pennytree as a cent-tree (sentry)- and I would like to bring it up here and further mention that with the many times (so many times!) that GRRM mentions sentry pines and sentinel trees combined with the idea of the weirwood heart trees having faces I think the idea important enough to toss it in here. The idea of trees as observers is so central to the plot that I feel like I must be missing something! Further- would the invading Andals have seen the carved weirwoods as sin-trees? Would the missing cedars of Meereen be scent-trees? I blame this thread for that kind of thinking.... thanks
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