Durrrrr, of course you're right about this being the obvious analog. I can only excuse myself by saying that everything I know about Anglo-Saxon language and poetry is taken from classes on medieval history, the pre-reading I did for my undergrad thesis and personal study - my stupid university didn't offer Anglo-Saxon. At all. *Bookmarks link for later* One of these days I'll find the time to really make a serious study of Anglo-Saxon poetry on my own - as it is I tend to grab bits and pieces where I find them, and forget them just as promptly.
where Legolas hears the gull and knows he's never going to rid himself of the longing. So sad and beautiful.
Agreed. Although I do wonder sometimes if European gulls are perhaps slightly more musical than the ones on the NW coast of the US. Fond as I am of ours, and as much as I'd miss them if I was away from home for long, they can be obnoxious if you hear them all the time.
Me, I'm a lifelong inlander and don't really identify with it, especially as my last boating experience made me swear off ever getting on any kind of water again. Damn tippy canoes.
Awww, I'm sorry to hear about the crappy boating experience. Canoes are untrustworthy little monsters sometimes. My dad's whole family for the last few generations has had sea-fever - great-grandpa ran away from the middle of the country to be an engineer in the navy, and my grandpa and dad have always found a way to time-share or own boats. Honestly, the worst bit of living on my own is that I can't sponge off Dad's boating as easily anymore - but at least I live right by the harbor (to the sound, alas, not the ocean proper). In fact, a sea-gull just started yelling out my window as I typed that. Gotta love the coast. :P
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Date: 2010-07-05 11:40 pm (UTC)where Legolas hears the gull and knows he's never going to rid himself of the longing. So sad and beautiful.
Agreed. Although I do wonder sometimes if European gulls are perhaps slightly more musical than the ones on the NW coast of the US. Fond as I am of ours, and as much as I'd miss them if I was away from home for long, they can be obnoxious if you hear them all the time.
Me, I'm a lifelong inlander and don't really identify with it, especially as my last boating experience made me swear off ever getting on any kind of water again. Damn tippy canoes.
Awww, I'm sorry to hear about the crappy boating experience. Canoes are untrustworthy little monsters sometimes. My dad's whole family for the last few generations has had sea-fever - great-grandpa ran away from the middle of the country to be an engineer in the navy, and my grandpa and dad have always found a way to time-share or own boats. Honestly, the worst bit of living on my own is that I can't sponge off Dad's boating as easily anymore - but at least I live right by the harbor (to the sound, alas, not the ocean proper). In fact, a sea-gull just started yelling out my window as I typed that. Gotta love the coast. :P