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Apr. 1st, 2011 12:28 am"Gay," said Puddleglum with a deep sigh. "That's what we've got to be. Gay. As if we hadn't a care in the world. Frolicsome. You two youngsters haven't always got very high spirits, I've noticed. You must watch me, and do as I do. I'll be gay. Like this"—and he assumed a ghastly grin. "And frolicsome"—here he cut a most mournful caper. "You'll soon get into it, if you keep your eyes on me. They think I'm a funny fellow already, you see. I dare say you two thought I was a trifle tipsy last night, but I do assure you it was—well, most of it was—put on. I had an idea it would come in useful, somehow."
The children, when they talked over their adventures afterward, could never feel sure whether this last statement was quite strictly true; but they were sure that Puddleglum thought it was true when he made it.
Puddleglum lays it all out to Jill Pole and Eustace Scrubb in The Silver Chair by CS Lewis

"I'm a repectabiggle." Which is drunk for 'I'm a marsh-wiggle' and 'I am respectable'. And that, folks, is why Puddleglum is amazing.
Jill and Eustace continue to fuck up, much to my delight. Sadly, Puddleglum seems to be cheering up a bit which Shall Not Do. Fortunately, I think I know what's coming up due to a vague memory of the tv series when I was a kid.
My pal Snacky said this was a book for grumpy people, because well, Jill and Eustace fight. Constantly. I think, honestly, that Jill is the most realistic Narnia character ever. Her crowning moment was during the important owl meeting, she fell asleep. I can see myself fucking up all of Narnia because I wanted five more minutes in bed. ILU JILL.
However, perhaps choosing your heroines based on if they would fuck up like you is a good way to get the world ended. I don't know. Poor Rilian. Oh yeah, the plot of this book is Eustace and Jill end up in Narnia, get given four signs by Aslan that Jill has to repeat every night (she doesn't), and are tasked with finding Prince Caspian's kidnapped son by the name of Rilian.
Currently they are among the Gentle Giants, who Jill is acting like a little girl around to charm them (sadly, she does not know how to curtsy because her evil experimental school does not teach girls such things!), but for some reason the giant women keep tearing up and saying 'poor little thing'.
Exciting times, my friend.
There is a meme going around where you post the fifth line on the 56th page of the book nearest to you. I did it in someone's comments, it happened to be The Silver Chair so I will share with you: "But how could I when you wouldn't tell her anything about us?"
It's cool, Jill. I'll tell everyone for you.