I was reading Mansfield Park last week, and I was thinking that Fanny Price is a bit like Cinderella. Not as important as her cousins, cast down by them, not going to balls. I also think that if Fanny Price were Cinderella, (spoiler alert), then Henry Crawford, not Edmund, would be Prince Charming, even though she loves Edmund. Henry Crawford is undeniably charming, both the "stepsisters" want him, he's rich, and altogether better qualified for the role of Prince Charming. Obviously, the "stepsisters" mother wouldn't be the stepmother. Aunt Norris is much better for the role. Despising Fanny, loving the Miss Bertrams, wanting Maria to marry well, though I suppose my analogy is a little inconsistent, as the one that Aunt Norris wants her to marry is not "Prince Charming", but I can suppose that Mr Rushworth is a King of somewhere else. Does anyone agree that it is a lot like Cinderella?
Let's see, what else can I say? I'm a little lost one what to write about. Nothing much interesting seems to be happening. We didn't do anything especially interesting either this morning or last night, so I don't know what I can say. I read a lot, but that's not unusual. My sister had her first singing lesson, and her first keyboard lesson of the term. She's practicing the keyboard now. Finally, we have something other than Christmas carols to listen to. She's playing something brand new, that I've never heard before.
Something that I haven't mentioned so far, is that last Friday we went to GoMA, the Gallery of Modern Art, and the Queensland Art Gallery. We saw a few of the exhibits, and they were pretty cool. I really liked some of the stuff in the Yayoi Kusama exhibit. I've posted a picture of one of the displays below. This one was a bit creepy. The eyes in the middle of the flowers are weird.
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