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It was a little predictable, but kinda fun.
....
This is sorta a puzzle game, but it's a mediocre puzzle game at best. (Myst is an order of magnitude better.) {At least one, maybe one and a half....}
I mean, Harry Potter is a bit of a dandy.
Oh, and 'Dumbledore's Army, well-- excuse me, Lord Grantham.
But I remember when you were just, Mr Graham! ;)
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It was a dandy thing, and it could be fake.
In retrospect, the most, incongruent aspect, was that this central theme of one of my few nonviolent/puzzle games, (I wasn't totally without interest in them, but they were so hard to find, that it was almost necessary to let it slip, or something), was gathering an army....
In ways, it was clever, in ways, it was valuable, at its best, at least, maybe....
But it just didn't believe in itself, which is why it gave such a halfhearted, in a way....
A spiritless effort, I mean.... I mean, to quote one of the Yorkshire yokels from "The Secret Garden"-- in cleaned-up English, without the dialectical delight-- 'How do you like yourself?' (You don't like this and you don't like that.... well, how do you like yourself?)
(And Harry is, like.... all this and all that.... and he can be everything except himself.... and all because Hermione doesn't like herself.... at a certain point it's just slightly neurotic, and just, unfair.... just this sort of fear.... a sort of cowardice that requires a sort of willful misunderstanding of everything.... and so by the time you're done playing the ball game you're not really left with this upsurge in belief in the social spirit, or anything of the kind.... no, it takes an army to straighten out a school.... it takes an army, it always does.... but it's clever, this sort of disease-- well, cleaning away all the shit in your house is a sort of purgative, so that could be a 'war'.... fucking cowardly fear-- No, it doesn't have to be a war.... (No, that's fucking cowardly fear!).... You start to think of it that way only because you've taught yourself that you have to.... not every *duty* is *military*.... yeah, and so by the time you're done playing the ball game, you're just not left with it, it's not there.... there's *no* swelling of belief in, damn near anything, but not.... well, the fucking Beatles went to British schools, too you know, and I don't hear them whining their asses off and starting wars and shit.... the problem with the dandies is that they're always so damn *weak*, they resort to this sort of dandy militarism because they're too damn *weak* to walk away from the ball game with this upswelling of belief in.... whatever the king of the swans does.... "And hope my dreams will come true".... And I mean, why not, if the grey pinko lady really hates the grey pinko lady, maybe she's on to it.... Are these little children's games really supposed to be about collecting abstract 'points', or simply not requiring this sort of enervating bitterness and all that sort of poison.... 'Sorry we hurt yur field, mister'.... The point of the ball game is to walk away with a growth of belief that the world does not require bitterness, that to live a social life is good, that your friend is good, and that you do not need to really fight him.... And more.... "Close your eyes, and I'll kiss you...." )
(And, Luna Lovegood is great, but, let's face it-- she gets the Jessica Stanley treatment. Oh, *god*, not *her*, not my *friend*, not my [choose one or more] (*cheerful*), (*responsible*), (*pretty*), (*positive-attribute-which-I-lack*), *friend*-- get her out of here! I *hate* her!)
And always just a little out of place.
The more you like it.... the more you, *can't*, like it.
.... Even the mechanics of the game were like that, although it's hardly unique in that respect, there are plenty of imperial games like that too....
'Oh, this is great.... WHY DOESN'T IT WORK!?!?'
(7/10)
