What we have now is stories. Before it was all projection. This theater will do this and this and this. Now we have the images of a father sitting in the front row with his 5 year old daughter, and occasionally looking down at her rapt face and smiling.
Ever heard of fairy tale therapy? …
Neither had I. But the more I researched, the more it made complete and utter sense.
A king of long ago had a son named Fiordinando who never took his nose out of his books. He was always shut up in his room reading. From time to time he would close the book and gaze out the window at the garden and the woods beyond, then resume his reading and musing.
Collected by the Brothers Grimm
Acquired from Project Gutenberg
by Anna Wahlenberg PEDER LARS, the farmer’s son came riding along the highway. His heart was happy. He was bound for the city to buy a new jacket because that evening he was going a-courting and wanted to look his best. And he felt rather sure that he would not be turned down. However proud and[…]