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Originally Posted by Ea
You just inspired me to try The Worm Ouroboros.
I agree with you. Some books don't give away their riches without a little effort on the reader's part, espcially if it's a type of prose that one is not used to.
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The Worm Ouroboros, a bit of patience is required. One issue is that Eddison resorts to a clumsy framing device. Lessingham, the initial narrator, is transported astrally to Mercury in company of a Martlet who introduces him to the setting and the characters. But Lessingham is a "fly on the wall", invisible to the inhabitants of Mercury and unable to affect actions. He's soon enough forgotten, and we are plunged into the titanic conflict between Demonland, led by the lords Juss, Spitfire, Brandich Daha and Goldry Bluzco, against the forces of Witchland led by the evil sorcerer king Gorice XII.
As mentioned, Eddison wrote Elizabethan prose, like this exchange between Gorice and his liege-man, Lord Gro:
"The King rose from his chair and walked towards Gro, slowly. He was exceeding tall, and lean as a starved cormorant. Laying his hands upon the shoulders of Gro, and bending his face to Gro's, "Art not afeared," he asked, "to abide me in this chamber, at the close of day? Or hast not thought on't, and on these instruments thou seest, their use and purpose, and the ancient use of this chamber?"
Gro blenched never a whit, but stoutly said, "I am not afeared, O my Lord the King, but rather rejoiced I at your summons. For it jumpeth with mine own designs, when I took counsel secretly in my heart after the woes that the Fates fulfilled for Witchland in the Foliot Isles. For in that day, O King, when I beheld the light of Witchland darkened and her might abated in the fall of King Gorice XI. of glorious memory, I thought on you, Lord, the twelfth Gorice raised up King in Carcë; and there was present to my mind the word of the soothsayer of old, where he singeth:
Ten, eleven, tweif I see
In sequent varietie
Of puissaunce and maistrye
With swerd, sinwes, and grammarie.
In the holde of Carcë
Lordinge it royally.
And being minded that he singleth out you, the twelfth, as potent in grammarie, all my care was that these Demons should be detained within reach of your spells until we should have time to win home to you and to apprise you of their farings, that so you might put forth your power and destroy them by art magic or ever they come safe again to many-mountained Demonland."
This is not for everyone. I'm sensitive to language and find it lovely, but I don't pretend to be representative.
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Dennis