641 playsThe Final Battle (score) - The Black Cauldron
So basically that’s what I saw last night on my Black Cauldron DVD bonus. I am so happy because I finally discovered that Black Cauldron had Face Characters in the 80’s!
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The Chronicles of Prydain [The Book of Three, The Black Cauldron, The Castle of Llyr, Taran Wanderer, The High King] - by Lloyd Alexander
I received this set of books, I believe, back when I was about 9 or 10 years old. 1984.
While I’d been reading for as long as I could remember (my parents insisted we did, and I thank them for that), these books changed reading from something I was expected to do into something I wanted to do. An appetite that still hasn’t been sated.
They tell the story of a young boy’s journey into manhood within a world of fantasy and kings and knights. The boy longs to be a hero, but in the course of his trials he becomes that and much more. And we learn those life lessons along with him in stories filled with humor, sadness and adventure.
It’s really a tale for boys, but I know many a girl who loves these books just as strongly as I do. The lessons and the adventures are not gender biased.
These books are on my mind now as I’ve been reading through them for the last couple of days. I’m nearly through the story again. I’ve read them at least once a year since I’ve owned them, so this is at least the 26th time I’ve read them. Why do I read them every year? I don’t know…most of the time I don’t plan on it. There just comes a point where I feel I need a centering…where I need to have those lessons taught to me again.
To be reminded that who we are is not as important as what we do.
To remember that life isn’t something you can prepare for, and how he handle it makes us who we are.
That no matter how bad things can get, good friends and good deeds will pull you through.
It’s a bit sad this time though…this is the last time I’ll be able to read the copies you see in the image above. They’re worn out beyond belief. If I didn’t know them by heart, some pieces would be lost already and one practically fell apart in my hands and I read the pages in single sheets once I found their order again.
It will be sad to lose them and buy new copies, but the sentiment isn’t in the paper…it’s in the memories.
“Most of us are called on to perform tasks far beyond what we can do. Our capabilities seldom match our aspirations, and we are often woefully unprepared. To this extent, we are all Assistant Pig-Keepers at heart.”
“Child, child, do you not see? For each of us comes a time when we must be more than what we are.”
“There are those who must first learn loss, despair, and grief. Of all paths to wisdom, this is the cruelest and longest. Are you one who must follow such a way? This even I cannot know. If you are, take heart nonetheless. Those who reach the end do more than gain wisdom. As rough wool becomes cloth, and crude clay a vessel, so do they change and fashion wisdom for others, and what they give back is greater than what they won.”
“Long ago I yearned to be a hero without knowing, in truth, what a hero was. Now, perhaps, I understand it a little better. A grower of turnips or a shaper of clay, a Commot farmer or a king—every man is a hero if he strives more for others than for himself alone. Once you told me that the seeking counts more than the finding. So, too, must the striving count more than the gain.”](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzm7toLKHt1rou91bo1_1280.jpg)
The Chronicles of Prydain [The Book of Three, The Black Cauldron, The Castle of Llyr, Taran Wanderer, The High King] - by Lloyd Alexander
I received this set of books, I believe, back when I was about 9 or 10 years old. 1984.
While I’d been reading for as long as I could remember (my parents insisted we did, and I thank them for that), these books changed reading from something I was expected to do into something I wanted to do. An appetite that still hasn’t been sated.
They tell the story of a young boy’s journey into manhood within a world of fantasy and kings and knights. The boy longs to be a hero, but in the course of his trials he becomes that and much more. And we learn those life lessons along with him in stories filled with humor, sadness and adventure.
It’s really a tale for boys, but I know many a girl who loves these books just as strongly as I do. The lessons and the adventures are not gender biased.
These books are on my mind now as I’ve been reading through them for the last couple of days. I’m nearly through the story again. I’ve read them at least once a year since I’ve owned them, so this is at least the 26th time I’ve read them. Why do I read them every year? I don’t know…most of the time I don’t plan on it. There just comes a point where I feel I need a centering…where I need to have those lessons taught to me again.
To be reminded that who we are is not as important as what we do.
To remember that life isn’t something you can prepare for, and how he handle it makes us who we are.
That no matter how bad things can get, good friends and good deeds will pull you through.
It’s a bit sad this time though…this is the last time I’ll be able to read the copies you see in the image above. They’re worn out beyond belief. If I didn’t know them by heart, some pieces would be lost already and one practically fell apart in my hands and I read the pages in single sheets once I found their order again.
It will be sad to lose them and buy new copies, but the sentiment isn’t in the paper…it’s in the memories.
“Most of us are called on to perform tasks far beyond what we can do. Our capabilities seldom match our aspirations, and we are often woefully unprepared. To this extent, we are all Assistant Pig-Keepers at heart.”
“Child, child, do you not see? For each of us comes a time when we must be more than what we are.”
“There are those who must first learn loss, despair, and grief. Of all paths to wisdom, this is the cruelest and longest. Are you one who must follow such a way? This even I cannot know. If you are, take heart nonetheless. Those who reach the end do more than gain wisdom. As rough wool becomes cloth, and crude clay a vessel, so do they change and fashion wisdom for others, and what they give back is greater than what they won.”
“Long ago I yearned to be a hero without knowing, in truth, what a hero was. Now, perhaps, I understand it a little better. A grower of turnips or a shaper of clay, a Commot farmer or a king—every man is a hero if he strives more for others than for himself alone. Once you told me that the seeking counts more than the finding. So, too, must the striving count more than the gain.”
