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[haptalaon]

There comes a time in a man's life where he loses his patience with stories about very posh children, and I think I'm finally at it. Possibly, this is related to discovering that very posh children are generally raised to be emotionally deficient and turn into very posh adults, who then use their social privilege to wreak havoc on the world. Anyway, I'm trying to have fun with the BBC 1988 Narnia, but all I keep thinking is that if I had an older brother who wore a bow tie and used "shan't" and "mustn't" and told me off over the dinner table, and then discovered he was destined to be king, I might defect to the White Witch too...