The IS's depiction reminds me quite a lot of how Nazis are shown in a lot of Hollywood films. Scary and at the same time completely incompetent and stupid when, logically, they only can be either.
Heh. Poor Goyle would have made a great Col. Klink.
I've wanted to know this for some time and my dictionary is no help - what are beady eyes supposed to be like? Please?
They're like bird eyes. Small and glittery. Like somebody looking suspicious or looking at you suspiciously. Saying somebody has 'beady eyes' sometimes means they seem untrustworthy, but looking at Harry beadily would I think mean she's looking at him like a bird, peering at him intensely and suspiciously.
In fact, I think it's more a case of post-colonialistic fantasy on the author's part. Grawp as the lovable sub-human savage who can be trained like a dog and is really grateful for his white master to have brought him away from his own people to another country where, at last, he gets clothes because this is what's really bothered him all along. Whereas the centaurs are more like classic Red Indians, proud and aloof and mysterious and on no accound cooperating with the white people, neither telling them about where the nuggets can be found - um what the stars are saying...
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Date: 2008-05-17 03:58 pm (UTC)Heh. Poor Goyle would have made a great Col. Klink.
I've wanted to know this for some time and my dictionary is no help - what are beady eyes supposed to be like? Please?
They're like bird eyes. Small and glittery. Like somebody looking suspicious or looking at you suspiciously. Saying somebody has 'beady eyes' sometimes means they seem untrustworthy, but looking at Harry beadily would I think mean she's looking at him like a bird, peering at him intensely and suspiciously.
In fact, I think it's more a case of post-colonialistic fantasy on the author's part. Grawp as the lovable sub-human savage who can be trained like a dog and is really grateful for his white master to have brought him away from his own people to another country where, at last, he gets clothes because this is what's really bothered him all along.
Whereas the centaurs are more like classic Red Indians, proud and aloof and mysterious and on no accound cooperating with the white people, neither telling them about where the nuggets can be found - um what the stars are saying...
That is so exactly right. Yipes.