by Cocoa » Thu Feb 24, 2005 9:49 pm
I'll try to do this without spoiling too much. Why did Lyra die? Hrmm... well lets see hows about dramatic effect, profound symbolism, and to develop Rhue. Without going to far in depth lets just say that Lyra is a self-delusional romantic who ends up on the buisness end of a very existential/realistic (stay with me kids) sword wielder.
Let me break this down into "Gansta Rap" terms so you street urchins can understand: "You gotta get yours before I gotta get mine." Lyra is a relic of the old transcendentalism and romanticism she doesn't have a place in a new realistic existential world. Rhue's character development not only masterfuly parallels the development of adolescent sexuality, it also is closely related to the development of societal ideals over the last two centuries.
Rhue begins the quest very idealistic and romantic. He's embarking on a great quest to search for something that he's lost that he feels incomplete without. Quite a bit similar to the experiment in democracy taking place on our (those of us who aren't queerbo euros and salami slappin aussies) side of the pond.
As the quest continues Rhue eventually reaches a point where he's not even sure if his original goal was ever even sincere or attainable in the first place, he's lost his "way" so to speak. This happens largely as Rhue's power grows and with the addition of certain corrupting elements. He's beome to big to hold on to antiquated principles. So he discards them in favor of utility. I'll try not to insult the 3 smart folks in this forum by drawing the obvious political parallel, but lets just say it may have something to do with a certain method of defining the rights of certain men by using international treaties instead of intrinsic principles that were used as a national charter.
I'd like to say more, but it would surely get lost in the malstrom of "duhs" and "whuts" that inevitably follow all of my impecably reasoned, perfectly worded, and flawlessly exectued posts. I don't know why I still bother posting, every time I feel like I'm casting pearls before swine, Carl Jung, Jesus, you've got to be kidding me Carl, friggin, Jung, What a poop-smear.
Cocoa O. Muerto,
It is the only way.