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[haptalaon]

In fact, are Edmund and Peter Pevensie metaphors for the two types of posh chap you meet in 1930s England? One falls hook line and sinker for the power of the monarchy and the importance of the aristocratic establishment; and the other jumps straight into bed with obviously evil authoritarianism across the pond; but in either case Mr and Mrs Beaver are never going to save up enough to patch up the holes in their leaking burrow, and that's what matters most, keeping the animals in their place. (I'm sorry, there's over two hours of this, and my husband has disrupted my ritual plans, so I'm just grumpily watching Narnia and painting art cards and stewing)