Neither did I, unity is wonderful, but the gal has a terrible frame of reference for what the threat level of anything is, Of course that’s understandable, since her own is so high. I simply assumed the little house was mainly capable of psychological damage.
But does Unity care about danger? I don’t think so. I think she’s got a young person’s belief in their own indestructibility and immortality, only in her case, she has some solid evidence in her own indestructibility and immortality.
Even if Artie’s wrong and it’s not romantic, Sweetheart has been consistently afraid of Unity leaving her behind and jealous of anyone else who gets Unity’s attention.
Man, I hate it when I’m too busy not getting body parts chewed off to go on a date. Also, I still maintain that when Sweetheart said she wanted to strip “a few” parts off Remy here, what she meant was “a couple.” *shudder*
I love that Remy’s name translates to “remedy made of brown sage”, especially since in in medieval herbology, some varieties of sage were used as part of a poultice to delay the onset of gangrene and necrotic decay.
Woah Sweetheart, calm yourself.
Wellp. I am now certain of one of the plot points that is going to be central to this chapter.
I’m thinking that behavior is going to require a little explanation!
I’m getting the idea that Unity doesn’t really get how dangerous the Little House is.
And Sweetheart… does.
She’s protecting him. Because imaging how Unity would feel if something were to happen…
It’s rather sweet, really. In an crazy-sentient-Canadian way.
Neither did I, unity is wonderful, but the gal has a terrible frame of reference for what the threat level of anything is, Of course that’s understandable, since her own is so high. I simply assumed the little house was mainly capable of psychological damage.
But does Unity care about danger? I don’t think so. I think she’s got a young person’s belief in their own indestructibility and immortality, only in her case, she has some solid evidence in her own indestructibility and immortality.
Artie fairly explicitly lays out that Sweetheart is in love with Unity, even though Sweetheart is still fighting crocodiles in Egypt.
Thus the bitey jealousy.
Bingo. That’s how I read it. That girl has ISSUES.
Well, we knew that from the beginning. We’re just now learning how deep and complex her issues with U.N.I.T.Y. go.
Even if Artie’s wrong and it’s not romantic, Sweetheart has been consistently afraid of Unity leaving her behind and jealous of anyone else who gets Unity’s attention.
Unity’s last line made me think of Casablanca (“We’ll always have Paris”), so …
(TUNE: “As Time Goes By”, Herman Hupfeld)
You must remember that
We have no time to chat,
Says Sweetheart with a sigh!
The houngan guy must go, it’s time
To say good-bye!
Now Mister Sage-Marron,
He really must be gone,
He really has to fly!
He has a lot to do, it’s time
To say good-bye!
Unity, Remy, sharing tender hearts …
Sharing, as well, a sack of body parts!
Sweetheart’s about to bite him where it smarts!
She gives the evil eye!
Now Sweetheart’s feeling jealous …
This friendly, Frenchy fellah’s
Too busy, she’ll imply!
And Remy gets the hint, at last, so …
For now, good-bye!
….Please tell me she’s got a freezer at home, and doesn’t just have a closet full of rotting limbs.
Of course she has a freezer: one does not let one’s wardrobe fall to bits, after all.
Man, I hate it when I’m too busy not getting body parts chewed off to go on a date. Also, I still maintain that when Sweetheart said she wanted to strip “a few” parts off Remy here, what she meant was “a couple.” *shudder*
Wrong link. I meant here: http://skin-horse.com/2013/with-somehow/
Who’s that hosting Sensitivity Day? Lacx?
I love that Remy’s name translates to “remedy made of brown sage”, especially since in in medieval herbology, some varieties of sage were used as part of a poultice to delay the onset of gangrene and necrotic decay.
We’ll aways have pair’ ears.
Thank you. I was struggling to fit in a Casablanca pun.
That man has the inverse of a self-preservation instinct, bless his heart.