Trooper York: Once Upon a Time

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Once Upon a Time

Rumpelemkin [stating his price for revealing what the Queen needs for the Dark Curse to work]: In this new land, should I ever come to you for any reason, you must heed my every request — you must do whatever I say — so long as I say … "please. "Evil Queen: You do realize, that should I succeed, you won't remember any of this?Rumpelstiltskin: Oh, well then, what's the harm? Evil Queen: Deal. What must I do to enact this curse? Rumpelemskin: You need to sacrifice a heart. Evil Queen: I sacrificed my prize steed. Rumpelemskin: A horse? This is the curse to end all curses — you think a horse is going to do? Great power requires great sacrifice. The heart you need must come from something far more … precious. Evil Queen: Tell me what will suffice? Rumpelemskin: The heart of the thing you love most. Evil Queen: [angry] What I love most died because of Snow White. Rumpelemskin: [in mock sympathy] Is there no one else you truly love? This curse isn't going to be easy. Vengeance never is, dearie. You have to ask yourself a simple question: How far are you willing to go? Evil Queen: As far as it takes. Rumpelemskin: Then please stop wasting everyone's time, and just do it. You know what you love. Now go kill it. Evil Queen: My God that I don't believe in....I have to sacrifice my blog. (Once Upon A Time, 2012)

26 comments:

The Dude said...: Needs more insects.; July 18, 2013 at 5:39 PM
chickelit said...: Are you going end this like the original where Rumplestilskin rips himself in two with his bare hands?

'Das hat dir der Teufel gesagt, das hat dir der Teufel gesagt,' schrie das Männlein und stiess mit dem rechten Fuss vor Zorn so tief in die Erde, dass es bis an den Leib hineinfuhr, dann packte es in seiner Wut den linken Fuss mit beiden Händen und riss sich selbst mitten entzwei. link

"The Devil told you that [my name]! The Devil told you that!" cried the little man, and stomped his right foot with rage so deep into the earth that his whole leg went to his body, then in his anger he wrapped his left foot with both hands and tore himself in two.; July 18, 2013 at 5:45 PM
Trooper York said...: I don't know but that seems strangely prophetic. Don't ya think?; July 18, 2013 at 6:15 PM
MamaM said...: Speaking of which, following coy proclamations regarding awareness of the FibberMcGee's true identity, this seemingly benign observation pops:

Not Ritmo. I had a flash of MamaM a few minutes ago, but didn't think she'd have the patience to mess.

Flash and Bang!

Patience (or forbearing) is the state of endurance under difficult circumstances, which can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation without acting on annoyance/anger in a negative way; or exhibiting forbearance when under strain, especially when faced with longer-term difficulties. Patience is the level of endurance one can take before negativity. It is also used to refer to the character trait of being steadfast. Antonyms include hastiness and impetuousness.

Hmmmmmm.; July 19, 2013 at 12:08 AM
TTBurnett said...: Away with all this dark Germanic nonsense! Rumlestilskin, indeed!

Did you realize Rameau set a familiar vlog to music over 200 years ago? And in French, the language of wit and rationality. No more negativity. No more piling on. losers!

And here she is, introduced by Meade himself...

(The self-invlovement's definitely better, too); July 19, 2013 at 12:27 AM
MamaM said...: El Pollo, my version, retold and illustrated by Paul Zelinsky, contains this ending:

"The Devil told you that! The Devil told you that that!" shrieked Rumpelstiltskin. And in a fury he jumped on his cooking spoon and flew out the window.

A cooking spoon, like the kind used to stir the pot. The last page contains a wonderful illustration of him angrily riding away on his spoon while the Queen proudly holds her new baby.; July 19, 2013 at 1:00 AM
chickelit said...: MamaM, I assure you that that ending was the true and original one. I've heard before that it was toned down in translation.; July 19, 2013 at 1:48 AM
MamaM said...: Oh ho, my feathered friend. According to the note on the text in the paper version right here at my fingertips, Jacob and Wilhelm started collecting the tales in 1806 and in 1808, Jacob sent "Rumpenstunzchen" to his friend and former teacher, Friedrich Karl Von Savigny. In that story, the little man flies out the window on his spoon.

This version was included in the manuscript sent in 1810 to their friend the writer Clemens Brentano. Those manuscripts, most of them direct transcriptions of oral tellings, were later found among Brentano's papers. They constitute the earliest surviving state of what would become, after much extending and amplifying, the bother's classic collection, Children's and Household Tales, first published in 1812...

In the second 1819, edition, Rumplestitskin appears in its now most familiar form...when he hears his name, he stamps one foot deep into the ground, grabs the other foot , and tears himself in half. The Grimm's notes to that edition state that they compiled this version of the tale "from four versions agreeing in the main, complementary in detail."

Conclusion: The pot stirring spoon version stands firmly and solely on its own two feet while the other one shares its ground with four separate variants. Together, in the telling and symbolism here at TY, they complement each other, with this final note: From the third edition of the collection to the last the Grimms published, in 1857, they continued to revise their texts; the alterations on Rumpelstiltskin were less substantive than on many of the other tales.; July 19, 2013 at 2:55 AM
MamaM said...: Oh ho, oh no! In rereading your statement about what came first, El Pollo, I'm not sure if you were referring to the spoon or the tear version. Whatever the case...there's the Grimm details.

Which ended up being healthier for me to puzzle through than picking my way through other more distorted tales being presented.

I bought a bottle of Limoncello at the fancy grocery this week, and my reading copy of the Disappearing Spoon appeared at my doorstep minus the little angry man, so I'm all set to study something more elemental than grim.; July 19, 2013 at 3:08 AM
The Dude said...: Tim, thanks for posting that.

I have always enjoyed good sopranos, no, wait, listening to good sopranos, and Mireille Delunsch is a treat. She mugs so well that even I, in my cheap seat in the back row of the upper balcony, would get it. She understands that acting and singing go hand in hand, and then she proceeds to excel at both. I really like her comedic abilities. She made me laugh.

I like that she is singing great material written by Rameau - it looks like she specializes in French music. Excellent choice.

I should write about a soprano I knew who went on and on about German lieder - how much she liked German. I couldn't stand it. Take that crunchy sounding stuff away from me. But I won't.

In any case, Mireille is good looking, talented, capable, convincing, introspective, charming and has a great sense of humor, that is to say she is the embodiment of everything that Althouse isn't.

Also, it doesn't hurt that she is French.; July 19, 2013 at 7:59 AM
chickelit said...: You have bested me, MamaM. Perhaps for the better but perhaps not. Superlative work!; July 19, 2013 at 10:50 AM
MamaM said...: You have bested me, MamaM I don't believe that's possible El Pollo! With your appreciation for history, I thought you might enjoy the real story behind the story and the way it "gathered itself" and formed as stories do.

Same with the tipped boat story, which has 3 primary versions, along with all the ones told by others, as I shared a modified version with my son last night. Stories are the substance of life. Our ability to tell them to each other is solely and soul-ly human.

Communication and relationship is greatly helped when we "own" our personal stories--which if you want to tie this altogether with the Meltdown, the Meddling and Rumplemskin, hasn't been happening.; July 19, 2013 at 12:28 PM
The Dude said...: Very odd goings on over there, but I agree with TTB that AA is toxic. Okay, maybe that's a terrible condensation of Nazi soup and not even close to a decent paraphrase, but I find I feel better when I ignore that mess.

I have been turning apple wood this week - I had left the worst pieces until last, and based on how my traditional two step turning process was resulting in cracked bowls, I decided to sneak up on this latest batch.

First off, there is far more rot in these pieces, but it's apple, so I don't want to just throw it in the burn pile.

So I have been starting off with huge pieces, sawing off the worst of the rot, turning the blanks then assessing how much rot had to be turned away.

There remains, from what might have been a 4" or 5" deep bowl something that might suffice to serve milk to kitties. Saucers from tureens.

I turn them real thin, sand them while the pieces are still green, then use my microwave to dry them (I can do that, I live alone! Ha! Or maybe I have that construct backwards).

They are turning out (ow!) pretty good - more like potato chips in shape than nice round things, but they have a nice bit of streaking and such going on. No, not that kind, you know, color running through the sap wood.

Okay, I'll quit while I am behind...; July 19, 2013 at 1:31 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: Last night I had fallen deep into my cups ...OK I was drunk.....and was perusing a 500+ comment thread at Lems.

Up until then I hadn't responded to the Fiona personage, who I think is Althouse.

This is the exchange

Fiona: Eileen, if commenters here lapse into insect like behavior (biting off each other's heads unmercifully) it might bring out the scold in me again, I suspect. I especially despise bullying, sorry that's just me.

Sixty Grit and some others were so over the top, it turned my stomach.
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My response to Fiona quoting her: Sixty Grit and some others were so over the top, it turned my stomach.

Me: And thus it was....

but to continue the insect theme, does it justify gnawing off your own appendages?
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Fiona: Ms.Queen, yes sometimes I bite myself. Then I kick myself too for good measure.

Me: As do we all...all of us...all the time if we are self aware organisms, But do we learn anything from the experience or adapt our behavior? To do otherwise is to engage in a self defeating spiral.
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Me quoted by deborah: "As do we all...all of us...all the time if we are self aware organisms, But do we learn anything from the experience or adapt our behavior? To do otherwise is to engage in a self defeating spiral"

Deborah: Ms. Queen, yes, what profitteth us to cut off our noses to spite our faces, or to get our tresses freshly set, only to venture out into the elements. These are weighty matters that must be considered with great gravity.
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Fiona: And before you or anyone says it, I do not demand good behavior from you or anyone here, but I do get to point out that you are buzzing annoyingly.

On last thing, your curiosity about me is becoming obsessive.
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That was the end of the exchange and "fiona" hasn't been back to comment again. It was weird. Or as Deborah said right after this exchange "Holy HELL!!"

I'm pretty sure that Fiona is Althouse. But...whatever. At least she has stopped effing with Lem's blog.; July 19, 2013 at 5:53 PM
The Dude said...: It sounds not unlike Annie A, but who knows. Lem might, but he's not saying.

Bruce has some suspicions, but will not say anything definite.

Me, I got nuttin.

Get Spanakos on the job, I'm tellin' ya - he can figure out anything.; July 19, 2013 at 6:42 PM
MamaM said...: Apple Crisp, SixtyG, is a big favorite in Michigan--third largest state in apple production!

DBQ, I thought the whole exchange was weird, including the response from the sweet thoughtful one that has been patiently and regularly stirring the pot with curiously leading observations and provocative questions since Lem opened for business.; July 19, 2013 at 7:05 PM
MamaM said...: To borrow a famous TY adage, it seems as if things are not as they seem, on several levels, some less obvious than others with all involving...wait for it...obfuscation [Latin obfuscre, obfusct-, to darken : ob-, over; see ob- + fuscre, to darken (from fuscus, dark).]

The opposite of levity, from [Latin levits, from levis, light;; July 19, 2013 at 7:13 PM
The Dude said...: There are several apple trees in my 'hood, one in my yard. Apples are almost done for the year - never knew a variety that fruited so early, but there you go.

A neighbor's tree split under the heavy crop we are having this year, due to the rain, and the wood is, as I wrote, rotten in places.

But after dealing with bowls that are less than I would have preferred, I decided to finish turn a small Southern Sugar Maple bowl.

The city forester says he is looking for awards for local tree guys - wood workers who use salvaged city trees - and since he told me about the chunk of maple, I thought it appropriate to have a finished piece on the table just in case he wanders by.

The piece I obtained was probably not much more than 5' long by about 18" in diameter at its largest, with some branch stubs on it. Once I saw the stunning figure I endeavored to use every scrap of it. This bowl is quite small, but the figure is amazing. Curly as all get out.

If he stops by I am going to ask him if he knows of any more. I am just about through scouting for more wood to turn - I have hundreds of blanks drying and I am old, but I will make an exception for walnut, cherry, Southern Sugar Maple and any wood provided by any reader of this outpost on the internet.

DBQ - I am lookin' at you! ;^); July 19, 2013 at 7:31 PM
MamaM said...: Would I be beyond keen if I got it the first time around and didn't notice an error?

The apple crisp was hommage to your unique drying methods, Sixty. Our old microwave, purchased 22 years ago when 2ndSonM was born, finally gave up the ghost and the new one is less than stellar. I recently put a potato in, pushed the automatic timer button for one baked potato, went outdoors and came back to open the door and find nothing left but a thin papery shell (similar, I imagine to a small kitty sized apple saucer) once the rolling smoke finally cleared.

I impressed once again by your ability to sneak up and turn something old into something new, jokes included.; July 19, 2013 at 8:55 PM
MamaM said...: I'm definitely beyond keen at this point, with my threads thoroughly mixed and a reference the joke on the Marilyn thread left here. Deleting won'd help at this point. So here it stays. Cool bowl stories.; July 19, 2013 at 9:54 PM
The Dude said...: Thanks, MamaM - the bowls are cool now, too.

The guy who suggested using a microwave said he sometimes left them in until he smelled smoke. That's a bit too long, as far as I am concerned.

My microwave is quite old - it was given to me by a prissy woman I used to work with - she has a very odd demeanor, at least it seems to me. Or maybe just towards me.

Anyway, she had remodeled her kitchen and posted a note about a free microwave. I offered to take it.

I put it in a shed, where it stayed for a couple of years, then I dragged it into the house and started using it to dry bowls.

At a get together of former employees (we were all laid off) she asked me quite pointedly if I was using the microwave (woman, let it go, you gave it away, it's not yours any longer!) and I could cheerfully and honestly say "Yes, yes I do use the microwave."

None of her business what I was using it for, so there you go.; July 20, 2013 at 3:40 AM
blake said...: DBQ--

I played your geo thingy.

You beat me by ONE point!!!; July 20, 2013 at 2:13 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: @ Blake

It's fun isn't it!! That was one of my better guesses. Often I'm not even on the right continent. You can wander yourself up and down the roads and around the towns to get clues.; July 20, 2013 at 5:20 PM
blake said...: It is! I figure you got the same clue as I did from the Norway one, and we both guessed wrongly in very similar ways. (Way too far to the south.); July 20, 2013 at 5:32 PM
Dust Bunny Queen said...: The first thing I do is see what side of the road people are driving on. Check out if there are any signs that I might be able to read to figure out the language. Advertising. The way people are dressed. Trees and vegetation. Cars. Types of houses.

It is pretty amazing how some places half a world around look so similar to others.; July 20, 2013 at 6:17 PM
blake said...: The first one got me because I saw marshy/swampy stuff and thought "bayou!" when it turned out to be the Dakotas.

Kansas looked so stereotypically Kansan, on the other hand...; July 20, 2013 at 9:00 PM

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