Perfekta slut
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Shit vad spännande! Jag tänkte typ tvärtom, att jag funderade på att nämna Twin Peaks först, men jag kom ihåg att resan var bättre än slutet. Vad tyckte du var bra med slutet? Hoppas kunna omvärdera mina tankar
Ja, nu var det ett tag sedan man såg den, så jag byter kanske åsikt om jag ser om den. Men jag gillade att slutet var så tvetydligt men ändå djupt obehagligt. Det finns många teorier för hur man ska tolka det, men jag tyckte det var ett mycket lämpligt slut på serien!Shit vad spännande! Jag tänkte typ tvärtom, att jag funderade på att nämna Twin Peaks först, men jag kom ihåg att resan var bättre än slutet. Vad tyckte du var bra med slutet? Hoppas kunna omvärdera mina tankar
Nissetotte
Lugal
Jag älskar tredje säsongen, men hela sista avsnittet är verkligen inget för mig
Slutet är speciellt, men väger inte upp hur obra avsnittet fram tills dess är.
Bibeln har ju ett episkt slut (i och med Uppenbarelseboken). Det har ju fascinerat folk i snart 2000 år.
//EvilSpook
Mekanurg
I'd rather be different than indifferent.
Lord of the Rings:
“But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.”
Leon
Leo carcion
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Jäklar, Sagan om Ringen slutar med Sea-longing. Det hade jag missat. Och det är Sam som känner det. Om någon missat vem som är huvudpersonen...
Mekanurg
I'd rather be different than indifferent.
Sea-kings of Mars:
They walked the long weary way across the desolate land and the ghosts of the past were all around them. Now, over the bones of Mars, Carse could see the living flesh that had clothed it once in splendor, the tall trees and the rich earth, and he would never forget. He looked out across the dead sea-bottom and knew that all the years of his life he would hear the booming roll of surf on the shores of a spectral ocean.
Darkness came. The little low moons rose in the cloudless sky. Ywain's hand was firm and strong in his. Carse was aware of a great happiness rising within him. His steps quickened. They came into the streets of Jekkara, the crumbling streets beside the Low Canal. The dry wind shook the torches and the sound of the harps was as he remembered and the little dark women made tinkling music as they walked.
Ywain smiled. "It is still Mars," she said.
They walked together through the twisting ways—the man who still bore in his face the dark shadow of a god and the woman who had been a queen. The people drew apart to let them pass, staring after them in wonder, and the sword of Rhiannon was like a sceptre in Carse's hand.
Darkness came. The little low moons rose in the cloudless sky. Ywain's hand was firm and strong in his. Carse was aware of a great happiness rising within him. His steps quickened. They came into the streets of Jekkara, the crumbling streets beside the Low Canal. The dry wind shook the torches and the sound of the harps was as he remembered and the little dark women made tinkling music as they walked.
Ywain smiled. "It is still Mars," she said.
They walked together through the twisting ways—the man who still bore in his face the dark shadow of a god and the woman who had been a queen. The people drew apart to let them pass, staring after them in wonder, and the sword of Rhiannon was like a sceptre in Carse's hand.