(Travelling Symphony motto) Chapter 11īeing alive is a risk. Chapter 11īecause survival is insufficient. What was lost in the collapse: almost everything, almost everyone, but there is still such beauty. Chapter 10Īll three caravans of the Traveling Symphony are labelled as such, THE TRAVELING SYMPHONY lettered in white on both sides, but the lead caravan carries an additional line of text: Because survival is insufficient. The problem with the Traveling Symphony was the same problem suffered by every group of people everywhere since before the collapse, undoubtedly since well before the beginning of recorded history. I stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth. They walked slowly with weapons in hand, the actors running their lines and the musicians trying to ignore the actors, scouts watching for danger ahead and behind on the road. Chapter 7Īugust always gazed longingly at televisions.
He’d played in a punk band in college and longed for the sound of an electric guitar. He himself found it difficult to live in the present. ‘People want what was best about the world,’ Dieter said. They’d performed more modern plays sometimes in the first few years, but what was startling, what no one would have anticipated, was that audiences seemed to prefer Shakespeare to their other theatrical offerings. ‘If you can remember your lines in questionable territory, you’ll be fine onstage.’ (Gil) Chapter 7 The ships were lit up to prevent collisions in the dark, and when she looked out at them she felt stranded, the blaze of light on the horizon both filled with mystery and impossibly distant, a fairy-tale kingdom. That evening on the beach below her hotel, Miranda was seized by a loneliness she couldn’t explain. ‘Good night, Jeevan.’ Hua disconnected and Jeevan was alone in the snow. He died three weeks later on the road out of the city. Of all of them there at the bar that night, the bartender was the one who survived the longest. They drank for a few more minutes and then went their separate ways in the storm. In the lobby, the people gathered at the bar clinked their glasses together. But now there was a prickling at the back of his neck, a sense of being watched from above. That’s a ridiculous thought, Jeevan told himself. He was thinking about the way the dropped curtain closed off the fourth wall and turned the stage into a room, albeit a room with cavernous space instead of a ceiling, fathoms of catwalks and lights between which a soul might slip undetected. No one looked at Jeevan, and it occurred to him that his role in this performance was done. He swayed, his eyes unfocused, and it was obvious to Jeevan that he wasn’t Lear anymore. I wish I could show you.But Arthur Leander was running out of time. We took the Greenway south, keeping the mountain to our left, and then it appeared. We were an escort for some merchants from Ered Luin, they were trading in silverwork for furs. Huge! Red and gold it was, it filled the sky. I have seen the world fall away and the white light forever fill the air. I have walked there sometimes, beyond the forest and up into the night. I always thought it is a cold light, remote and far away. All light is sacred to the Eldar, but the Wood Elves love best the light of the stars. It is Mereth Nuin Giliath The Feast of Starlight. Sounds like quite a party you're having up there I have seen the world fall away and the white light forever fill the air.Kili: I saw a fire moon once. Tauriel: I have walked there sometimes, beyond the forest and up into the night. All light is sacred to the Eldar, but the Wood Elves love best the light of the stars.Kili: I always thought it is a cold light, remote and far away.Tauriel: It is memory, precious and pure. Kili: Sounds like quite a party you're having up thereTauriel: It is Mereth Nuin Giliath The Feast of Starlight.
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