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He will be late again for dinner.
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Minas Tirith, in the Fourth Age
He will be late again for dinner. It cannot be helped. Tomorrow morning the council meets, and he has not touched those papers yet. Across the room his daughter prowls. Recently she has been watching every scratch of his pen, every forkful of food.
“Out with it,” he says, at last.
“You never do anything for yourself! You should… you should find yourself a hobby!”
She is beautiful, on the cusp of womanhood. Fierce as her mother on his account. His life’s work: leaving her the world he never had.
“I already have a hobby, blackbird. I call it Gondor.”
Work-Life Balance
Minas Tirith, in the Fourth Age
He will be late again for dinner. It cannot be helped. Tomorrow morning the council meets, and he has not touched those papers yet. Across the room his daughter prowls. Recently she has been watching every scratch of his pen, every forkful of food.
“Out with it,” he says, at last.
“You never do anything for yourself! You should… you should find yourself a hobby!”
She is beautiful, on the cusp of womanhood. Fierce as her mother on his account. His life’s work: leaving her the world he never had.
“I already have a hobby, blackbird. I call it Gondor.”
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Date: 2011-05-26 08:44 am (UTC)Lovely. I do think Faramir & Denethor had a lot in common, but I hope Faramir manages to profit by his father's errors.
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Date: 2011-05-26 11:00 am (UTC)"I would have things as they were in all the days of my life," answered Denethor, "and in the days of my longfathers before me: to be the Lord of this City in peace, and leave my chair to a son after me, who would be his own master and no wizard's pupil. But if doom denies this to me, then I will have naught: neither life diminished, nor love halved, nor honour abated."
Sort of in the back of mind is the idea that this drabble takes place shortly after Faramir has had to tell his (mid-to-late-teenage) children about the pyre.
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Date: 2011-05-26 11:19 am (UTC)Reading the quotation, it strikes me that he says his own master.
...shortly after Faramir has had to tell his (mid-to-late-teenage) children about the pyre.
Aie. Suicide & madness are now rather loaded for me. I'm glad now I never had any children.
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Date: 2011-05-26 12:14 pm (UTC)*hugs you*
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Date: 2011-05-26 04:18 pm (UTC)What we need is cheery Finduilas-got-better stories :)
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Date: 2011-05-26 09:04 pm (UTC)What we need is cheery Finduilas-got-better stories :)
I wish someone would give that a go! There are loads of "Boromir Lives!" stories, after all.
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Date: 2011-05-26 09:37 pm (UTC)And slash young-Denethor stories make perfect sense to me too.
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Date: 2011-05-27 02:40 pm (UTC)Perhaps the Finduilas Happy Ending Story has Denethor expiring?
That's sad :-(
I think I am more positive about Boromir's Stewardship than you are, particularly with Faramir as chief sidekick. What worries you about it?
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Date: 2011-05-27 03:45 pm (UTC)ETA: I'd buy he was a good judge of character, perhaps, which is a decent transferable skill.
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Date: 2011-05-30 01:32 pm (UTC)It's the unquestioning loyalty that buys him Denethor's love.
Yes, I think that's definitely a substantial part of it, although I do think that there's something about Boromir that Denethor unconditionally loves, and its probably something to do with that kindness, turned into generosity of spirit. Something expansive and unreserved that Denethor doesn't have (nor Faramir). I imagine Ecthelion being much the same, and I bet that contributes to the part of Denethor's love for Boromir that is unconditional. Boromir provides something that Gondor needs that Denethor thinks that he (Denethor) cannot supply.
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Date: 2011-05-30 02:05 pm (UTC)I imagine Ecthelion being much the same, and I bet that contributes to the part of Denethor's love for Boromir that is unconditional.
This is very plausible, as I think is the idea that his sunniness reminds Denethor of the Finduilas he married.
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Date: 2011-05-30 05:13 pm (UTC)Fair comment. I can see a situation in which Boromir would make a popular and well-loved figurehead, inspiring people in time of war, and Faramir would fill in many of the other gaps. Sort of like Eärnur and Mardil - hey, and we know how well that turned out!
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Date: 2011-05-26 10:10 pm (UTC)(Is she dark-haired like her grandmother, then? For some reason I had her down in my head as blond...)
And no, Faramir, Gondor is not your hobby, Gondor is your job! (As I'm sure Morwen will point out...)
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Date: 2011-05-26 10:17 pm (UTC)And no, Faramir, Gondor is not your hobby, Gondor is your job!
His hobby obviously being first editions. (And chess.)
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Date: 2011-05-26 10:28 pm (UTC)And do you think Gondor has harpsichords? (Or did Wimsey favour the spinet, I forget?) "Bach for tomorrow, when the grey matter begins to revolve..."
Morwen = "dark maiden"
D'oh. Told you I wasn't very with it this evening.
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Date: 2011-05-26 10:35 pm (UTC)And I think everyone's Sindarin gets a little flaky after 11pm.
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Date: 2011-05-27 01:39 pm (UTC)Eomer is the Ian Botham figure, mane of blond hair, all welly and no finesse, thumping it over the Rammas Echor for six. Aragorn is the all-rounder; demon fast bowler (with that height), bats at No. 3. Faramir is, of course, a spin bowler (devious, deceptive Ranger type). Legolas is devastating in the outfield; the Hobbits field at slip. Gimli keeps wicket.
Oh, and Gandalf umpires, obviously.
(And Eowyn keeps demanding to know why she is expected to keep score and rustle up the cucumber sandwiches ;-) )
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Date: 2011-05-27 02:06 pm (UTC)Denethor always retains the ashes.
And Eowyn watches her menfolk indulgently, before heading off to do what she considers to be a proper sport, like rockclimbing or bungee jumping or white water rafting.
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Date: 2011-05-27 02:29 pm (UTC)Hee, yes. Dogged defence in the last ditch.
Denethor always retains the ashes.
Oi! Beverage warning!
And Eowyn watches her menfolk indulgently, before heading off to do what she considers to be a proper sport, like rockclimbing or bungee jumping or white water rafting.
Or Australian Rules football ;-)
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Date: 2011-05-27 02:38 pm (UTC)Sorry, sorry, had to be said!
Or Australian Rules football ;-)
Or Orc Patrol
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Date: 2011-05-27 04:32 pm (UTC)Which makes me want to quote Wendy Cope's The Cricketing Versions:
'There isn't much cricket in the Cromwell play' (overheard at a dinner party)
There isn't much cricket in Hamlet either,
There isn't much cricket in Lear.
I don't think there's any in Paradise Lost*
- I haven't a copy right here.
* Apparently there is. 'Chaos umpire sits,/And by decision more embroils the fray.' Paradise Lost, Book II, lines 907-8.
Now I'm just imagining them all in cricket whites [fwump]
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Date: 2011-05-27 06:22 pm (UTC)Now I'm just imagining them all in cricket whites [fwump]
*happy noises*
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Date: 2011-05-27 08:52 pm (UTC)This is, of course, true, but ignores the utter brilliance of things like Chapter 18 of Murder must Advertise ("Unexpected Conclusion of a Cricket Match") which is absolutely one of my favourite episodes in a novel ever:
"The pitch was by this time not only fast, but bumpy. Mr Simmonds' third delivery rose wickedly from a patch of bare earth and smote Mr Bredon [ie, Wimsey undercover] violently upon the elbow.
Nothing makes a man see red like a sharp rap over the funny-bone, and it was at this moment that Mr. Death Bredon suddenly and regrettably forgot himself... The next ball was another of Simmonds' murderous short-pitched bumpers, and Lord Peter Wimsey, opening up wrathful shoulders, strode out of his crease like the spirit of vengeance and whacked it to the wide."
The cadences of that last sentence alone make me want to cry. And then to cap it all, his cover is nearly blown by the elderly founder of the rival team's firm, who remembers seeing him make 112 for Oxford in 1911 and recognises him by his "exceedingly characteristic" late cut. :-)
And then there's William Scammell's poem "Cricket", from Five Easy Pieces, which gloriously describes Beefy thus:
Even Botham, heroic thumper,
commander of the heavenly clout
(whom God has in his wisdom made
both cannoneer and cannonade,
a one-man charge of the Heavy Brigade)
wears a helmet on his snout
to keep the grisly beamer out.
(I have never been able to watch footage of Botham, particularly in his later career, since without thinking "a one-man charge of the Heavy Brigade" and bursting into giggles.)
Oops, have entirely hijacked original subject of thread now. And broken my resolution about packing instead of footling on LJ. Going away to remedy this forthwith.
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Date: 2011-06-07 07:17 am (UTC)I've never read Cricket Term - we don't have it at work for some reason and I don't think the county library has it either, though I must check that...
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