<div dir="ltr">joseph writes: <span style="font-size:13px">I see the candies as the terrible and weirdly hilarious difference between the thing being advertised and the thing as experienced, tasted, consumed. The essence of a great deal of satire.</span><div><br></div><div>the candies as advertised sorta like most political and social betterment talk vs. the realities. Lotsa bitter. <br><div class="gmail_extra"><br><div class="gmail_quote">On Sun, Jul 3, 2016 at 10:39 AM, Joseph Tracy <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:brook7@sover.net" target="_blank">brook7@sover.net</a>></span> wrote:<br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left-width:1px;border-left-color:rgb(204,204,204);border-left-style:solid;padding-left:1ex">I see the candies as the terrible and weirdly hilarious difference between the thing being advertised and the thing as experienced, tasted, consumed. The essence of a great deal of satire.<br>
The Fire of Paradise is the most loaded with contradictory mythic imagery, and inasmuch as this section can be read as a bawdy fairy tale, the final test before the pleasures of Darlene.<br>
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To get a bit weird and risk stretching the metaphor, there seems to be several references in describing the candies to a combination of exoticism and the chemistry of war. To me this suggests British colonialism: exotic consumption fueled by the technology of war. Do human appetites get weirdly nasty when their satisfaction is tied to, say, cruelty, theft, destruction. Maybe the hand of the King in Mrs’ Quoad’s dream is meant to be ambivalent in a similar way.<br>
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> On Jul 1, 2016, at 7:31 AM, Eileen Pierce <<a href="mailto:eileenpierce333@gmail.com">eileenpierce333@gmail.com</a>> wrote:<br>
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> “resembling the descriptions of poison and debilitating gases found in training manualsâ€<br>
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