England [Theme]

England in the 60s and 70s was exactly as it is described: wonderfully uplifting and musical.

The chronicler of the time, Jean Froissart, wrote that “the English will never love and honor a king who does not win wars and does not like to fight.” Other European kings might have been celebrated for their knowledge or their mercy, but in England no one was interested in these criteria.

The battle was in the blood of the Anglo-Norman lords; like a salamander, they lived in fire.

From lecture Pro

Aunt Marge and her bulldog allude to Margaret Thatcher and the English patriots of the old school, whom Rowling sees as pompous, self-righteous monsters.

Even if Rowling were an Islamofascist, a Hindu priestess, or a Buddhist hermit, her hands would be tied: an adventure epic written in English and in the English tradition would still come out Christian. It is impossible to cut up one huge carcass of culture into entrecotes, sawing off, say, parliament from religion.

London was already far behind when the day dawned, timid, tearful, trembling like a beggar - in tatters of clouds and patches of fog.

Describing England is a meaningless and helpless task. It's like being a child in a fairy tale: you are given the opportunity to see a miracle, but you are not given the opportunity to tell about it. All you can do is watch.

Vlasov: - Wild country.

And headlessness.

- No. Just a criminal. Earlier it seemed to me that these are different things ... Until I met you.

“I know,” the Doctor said, swallowing hard. - This is for me.

Rain cannot stop a real Englishman who was born wet, baptized wet and usually drowned if he left his country.

I married England, although no, more than that, I became England, he thought. - This land and I are now one. If it prospers, so will I prosper, and if the body of the country is torn apart, blood will flow out of my body.