Sometimes late at night, I want to add once last post for the day but don't want to have to do any complicated reading first. I am really going out on a limb with this one but I can't help it. Poul Anderson's texts really have sensitized me to the wind as a sound effect, as punctuating or underlining the dialogue, as commenting on the action, as pathetic fallacy, sometimes almost as an additional dramatic character. But this means that I notice the wind in other authors' works probably even where it has no significance whatsoever. Thus, the plant elemental, the Swamp Thing, has
greened Gotham City. The streets are full of trees with normal life at a standstill:
"I listen...to a city that has not known silence...since the coming of the automobile...
"The cars are dead now...and wind strums the high branches."
-Alan Moore, Swamp Thing: Earth To Earth (New York, 2002), p. 24, panel 5.
Yes. Wind strumming the high branches expresses and symbolizes the guardian of the environment triumphing over urban civilization!
(I would not have thought that without Poul Anderson.)
Alright. That's it. Normal service will be resumed tomoz or soon.
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