Day 24: Book that contains your favourite scene
This was definitely a hard one to figure out. I’ve read so many books with so many brilliant scenes, that it was hard to pick just one. However, there is one scene, or rather a speech that I have always loved. A ‘discussion’ between a unicorn and a bumbling good-for-nothing magician.
The Last Unicorn – Peter Beagle
The Last Unicorn is a lovely fantasy story, about a unicron who learns that she is the only one of her kind left in the world. She goes on a journey to try and find her kin, and is accompanied by Schmendrick, the bumbling magician, and Molly, a disillusioned and haggard middle aged woman. This is such an unusual book, with a wide assortment of characters, and because of all of these things, it is beautiful!
I first heard about this novel by watching the 1982 animated film adaptation. And I loved it! Schmendrick in particular is an amazing and lovable character, and in a way he is the heart of the story. My favourite scene takes place when the unicorn and Schmendrick meet for the first time, when he sees her for what she truly is, when no one else can. It may not be the most eloquent or spectacular of scenes, but it is one I have always enjoyed reading.
The discussion between the unicorn and Schmendrick is as follows:
” “There has never been a spell on me before,” the unicorn said. She shivered long and deep. “There has never been a world in which I was not known.”
“I know exactly how you feel,” Schmendrick said eagerly. The unicorn looked at him out of dark, endless eyes, and he smiled nervously and looked at his hands. “It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is,” he said. “There is much misjudgement in the world. Now I knew you for a unicorn when I first saw you, and I know that I am your friend. Yet you take me for a clown, or a clod, or a betrayer, and so much I be if you see me so. The magic on you is only magic and will vanish as soon as you are free, but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes. We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream. Still I have read, or heard it sung, that unicorns when time was young, could tell the difference ‘twixt the two – the false shining and the true, the lips’ laugh and the heart’s rue.” His quiet voice lifted as the sky grew lighter, and for a moment the unicorn could not hear the bars whining, or the soft ringing of the harpy’s wings.
“I think you are my friend,” she said. “Will you help me?”
“If not you, no one,” the magician answered. “You are my last chance.” ”
And so two (later three) lost souls find themselves through finding each other, and this magical adventure begins.
(Note: I did actually write this one yesterday! But then my internet died… Sigh.)