My parents always told me to look left and right before I cross, to wash my hands after going to the little boys room, not to be a fussy eater, and NEVER trespass into a creepy castle.
As I sat down to watch Disney's Beauty and the Beast (as 23 year old men often do and no, I don't think it's embarrassing that I like that movie, it happens to have a wonderful theme song...), I thought to myself: how many skeletons are in the dungeon? You know, the damp pneumonia breeding ground of a dungeon which the Beast locks Belle's father away in:
Hope you packed your Sudafed, old man
Probably more than a few.
Also, remember all those servants in the castle who were cursed to wander around as candlesticks/clocks/tables/teacups? In other words, lots of breakable objects who are also servants, in the presence of a very angry man beast. Added to that, 18th century France was not well known for humane treatment of servants.
So we have old men doomed to rot in dungeons and (assuming animated furniture can't truly die) then a fate worse than death for poor Cogsworth and Lumiere.
Yes, these random thoughts of mine just proves I've got some kind of personality disorder.
Also, remember all those servants in the castle who were cursed to wander around as candlesticks/clocks/tables/teacups? In other words, lots of breakable objects who are also servants, in the presence of a very angry man beast. Added to that, 18th century France was not well known for humane treatment of servants.
So we have old men doomed to rot in dungeons and (assuming animated furniture can't truly die) then a fate worse than death for poor Cogsworth and Lumiere.
Yes, these random thoughts of mine just proves I've got some kind of personality disorder.
P.S. Recently at work, I brought up this topic with some co-workers. After some awkward looks, I realised that maybe I should keep these thoughts to myself while at work. Also, it's possible no one gives a toss.
Jan. 2013
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