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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...

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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)