Monday, January 6, 2014

Your darkest fear?

Modern Phobias - a litany of contemporary fears
- Tim Lihoreau

What are you afraid of?

 You might have two answers. One that you would toss out for public examination if there was an ice breaker game and then one that is so terrifying or embarrassing you would never readily admit it. Hermione Grainger and I do not share the same fears. I haven’t read all the Harry Potter books. I know that makes me a leper and an outcast of my generation, but I think in the first book, there is a scene where some of the character’s deepest and darkest fears are revealed in front of their entire class. Hermione’s fear is not getting the highest grades on her assessment and that makes my straight B grade self chuckle. Being a straight B student is nothing to be ashamed of and I’m not. While doing well academically is something to aspire to and uphold, I know that academic grades a man does not make. Because I’ve never been in the struggle for top of the class at school instead I was working hard in the pool below to slot in those B’s, this fear is not one that I strongly relate to.

What I am afraid of are cockroaches and scary amusement park rides. If you go upside down, you feel as if you could fall out or you plunge towards the ground it is not natural and it is very, very wrong. I have however been on three of these rides in my life time so I think it is something I can overcome in the hour of greatest need. Cockroaches on the other hand are my kryptonite. You can waltz spiders, geckos, lizards and snakes past me and I won’t blink an eye. However, put me in a ten meter radius of a cockroach, dead or alive, and my strong, capable persona crumbles into a high pitched shrieking, shaking and terrified female. One of my students slipped me a plastic cockroach in a book and my scream would have been heard in New South Wales. She was not remorseful and in fact she was laughing so hard she literally fell off her chair, a fine example of teacher abuse.

Now onto the book. "Modern Phobias - a litany of contemporary fears" by Tim Lihoreau gives a name to some of the modern person's daily fears. Here are some of my favorites: 
  • Aedificatorphobia - fear of builders
  • Ceterinfanophobia - fear of other people's children
  • Fabaphobia - fear of ordering in coffee shops
  • Fortavocophobia - fear of speaking loudly while wearing headphones
  • Idemophobia - fear of turning up in the same outfit as someone else
  • Imitorphobia - fear of talking to someone in their accent
  • Maginvalophobia - fear of being visited by an MP in hospital
  • Perdetophobia - fear of having not saved one's work
  • Stolidophobia - fear of starting a crossword in public
  • Vilimusophobia - fear of lift music
  • Abcellophobia - fear of leaving a toilet cubicle
  • Oviphobia - fear of jumping on the bandwagon

                             
 If you feel embarrassed that you suffer from any of these phobias do you feel any better that they have an official name? Go now and claim as much sympathy as you can. 

These phobias make me laugh! But now on a deep and serious note, because you all know I am a deep and serious person. Should I laugh at people with these phobias? I know I don’t appreciate it when someone laughs at me when I am shaking over a cockroach situation. Are these phobias though, so far-fetched and ridiculous that laughing at them is what they deserve?
This post is finishing with more questions than answers. My English teachers would be proud.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Really? Come on.

Sparkling Cyanide
- Agatha Christie

Be warned, I will be talking about the end of the book.

I like to think that I am an observant person. In fact, I am really just waiting in anonymity until I am plucked from my life of obscurity by MI5 or any special spy force to become their chief of Observations. I would be useless as a normal spy though, because I am not ruthless enough. I can't even invade a country when playing Civilization on the computer because the little computer generated screaming voices rack me with guilt. So I am definitely not cut out to be a "By any means!" person, but sit me down in a crowed area and I could notice and remember a lot of interesting things that are happening and also many very mundane things.

It frustrates me on TV shows when the police are questioning witnesses of a crime and the witnesses are so vague with their answers.
 "Oh yeah," they say, "he was man all right, or actually, perhaps, a tall girl. Yeah, he or she robbed the bank right in front of me, but all I can tell you is that they may have had a hoodie on, maybe. Can't remember anything else about them though."

Come on. Really? 

In the book Sparkling Cyanide by Agatha Christie the murder is finally solved after it is proved that the majority of characters are clod-polls and useless when it comes to anything to do with observation. 
I love Agatha Christie's novels, I think I have read all of them and many of them many times over. I think what keeps on drawing me back to Sparkling Cyanide is the fact that I think I could have solved the mystery on the spot, surely it would have been obvious?

In the novel the real confusion arises when the murderers rely on the characters ability to be observant. Silly murderers. My advice to them, never rely on people to act logical when you want them to most. 

The scenario in brief: There are seven party goers sitting having tea at a circular table in a restaurant. The murderers plan to knock off Iris who is seated next to innocent George. While all the party goers are dancing, one of the murderers slip cyanide into Iris's glass, so far, so good. The jolly dancers return to the table and innocent George quaffs down his drink. He then clutches at his throat and falls down dead. George has in fact died from the cyanide that was placed in Iris's glass. Everyone, including the murderers are shocked. This occurs because a flighty waiter accidentally places Iris's bag one seat further along then where she was originally seated. Iris just makes a bee line for her bag when she returns from dancing thus causing the entire table to move one seat further round then before and George sits down to cyanide surprise while Iris has the "brew that is true".

My problem with this scenario is this; surely, I mean surely, even if your bag was positioned at a different seat you would be still aware that you are facing in a different direction. You would be able to see tables that you hadn't before, people from different angles your whole point of view would have been affected. I can say I certainly would have realised I was in a different place. Is it just me? or are you all nodding your heads and saying "Here, here!"

I love Agatha Christie and I enjoy this book. However, I can't believe that in a group of seven people, no one would notice they had moved places.


Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Mistress Pat

Mistress Pat is the second novel of a series of two written by L.M.M Montgomery. Pat loves her house at Silver Bush obsessively but what she loves even more is the point in life that she is at. She loves her friends, she loves her loving family, she loves her cats and the secure bubble she lives in. Pat desperately does not want anything to change, but that of course is impossible. Friends die, people marry and move away and Pat scrabbles feverishly for constancy, pushing away her on-and-off fiance Hilary. Pat spends years holding fast to the Silver Bush house insisting to herself that she loves loneliness. Will Pat ever be strong enough to let go and move on?? It sounds so melodramatic.

I surprise myself daily that I enjoy reading books by L.M.M. Montgomery. The main characters are so frothy, floaty and feminine that I would normally scoff at people who enjoy them but here am I trapped in the spell of them. I even collect her books! I don't know why, but I do very enjoy her books. Maybe because they have a simplistic, other worldly charm. However, much as I laugh at them and they can really be very silly at times- sometimes I know the characters are more than a little insane with the strange things they say- hiding underneath the layers of giddy chatter is unexpected clarity of thought and strength of character.

Here are some classic L.M. moments, you chose, are they deep, inane or quirky?

“My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.”  - Anne of Green Gables

“There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.” - Mistress Pat

“One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.” - Anne of Avonlea

“If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying.”  - The Blue Castle

“I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.” - Anne's House of Dreams

“Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.” Emily of the New Moon

“It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.” Rainbow Valley


Beau Geste- The book I love and HATE

Never has a book infuriated me as much as this book.

Even now just thinking about it I can feel every hair on my head standing up in fury! The character I particularly despise can be glad that they will never come into personal contact with me with because I would have much to say to them and that of a very fruity nature. 

I would generally say that I am an understanding and patient person, but here understanding and patience ends!

The novel beings by describing two very different mysteries. The first is set in the wilds of the northern Africa at a military fort and the second, set in the English countryside; involves a close knit, proper and well to do English family.

Let me describe the mysteries for you.

 Mystery 1.
The Commandant of a division of the French Foreign Legions in the wilds of northern Africa receives a message that the nearby fort, Zinderneuf, is under siege by the marauding people of the land. The fort is desperately under-maned and the Commandant sets off at once with his division to try and rescue the besieged legionnaires before they are all massacred. They arrive but from the outside everything seems to be calm and quiet. There is no presence of marauding bandits and no burning fort. The Commandant breaths a sigh of relief until he notices many strange things. There is no sentry on the lookout. The soldier standing at the battlements refuse to acknowledge him and there is no answering bugle call from inside the fort. On closer inspections it is found out that every soldier on duty at the battlements is in fact dead, propped up in position to appear alive. The silence of the fort and the presence of the it's dead protectors scare the Commandant and his men. The bugler volunteers to investigate inside and he is boosted inside. Finally the Commandant also enters the fort after the bugler fails to report back. He finds that everyone in the fort is dead but it is clear the bandits were not able to force an entry. Every man is propped up on the wall except for one man who lies on the parapet with a bayonet in his chest. The Commandant is spooked and confused.
Where are the bandits?
How do dead men prop themselves against the walls?
How did a fort of dead men hold off an encroaching force?
Why is the Commander of the fort the only one dead from a bayonet wound?
Who killed the Commander? and
Where is the bugler who entered but has now disappeared?

Mystery 2.
Brothers Michael (Beau), Digby and John Geste have spent most of their childhood with their Aunt Patricia. She is a kind, childless lady married to a mean, rich man called Hector. While Aunt Patricia would like to help the poor of the region, miserly Uncle Hector holds his finances close to his chest. It is rumoured Patricia only married Hector for the gem he gave her as a wedding present. It is a huge sapphire worth at least thirty thousand pounds called the 'Blue Water'.

The brother's childhood playmates were; beautiful Claudia niece of Aunt Patrica, Isabel, Claudia's companion, and Augustus, Uncle Hector's stuck up and misunderstood nephew. Beau Geste is Aunt Patricia's favorite child and she loves his gentle commanding and moral nature.

One evening when the children are grown up they are all gathered together excepting Uncle Hector. It is requested that the sapphire be brought out to look at and they are all take turns looking and holding it. Suddenly the lights go out and when the darkness lifts the sapphire has gone. Very quickly the mood of the evening turns sour as no one admits to taking the gem and everyone falls under suspicion. Aunt Patricia is at first shocked, and then disappointed and then angry. She threatens to call the police and demands that no one leaves the house until the soulless, black- hearted thief faces the consequences.

John, the youngest Geste brother and narrator of the book is horrified when he wakes up to find that his oldest brother has flown the house. Beau leaves a note for his brothers stating that while he did not take the gem he has deliberately incriminated himself to shift the blame from the others. It is not long before Digby also secretly leaves and in his note to John he reiterates Beau's words swearing he did not steal the gem but he wants to protect the girls from unpleasantness. John is convinced of his two brother's honour and love for Aunt Patricia. However, he has had a niggling doubt about Beau since he found him with his hand close to where the sapphire was last seen. Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind however, John soon gets into the action and he too uncreatively flees the house hoping to confuse any facts that may put the guilt onto Beau.
Who took the sapphire?
Why take the sapphire?
How can everyone seem so innocent? and
Are Beau and Digby as honourable as they seem?
.......

These two seemingly removed stories slowly move closer together.

Beau, Digby and John reunite as they enlist in the French Foreign Legion in a bid to evade the law that is catching up on them. They have a rosy idea of rolling sand dunes, feisty camels and rollicking adventures against marauding bandits. Ha! They instead endure long marches, blistering heat, minimal food, bloody battles and cruel men who they are fighting against and are also in the Legion. However these brothers are stout fellows and true Brits and they knuckle down to it waving an honourable fist in the rabble's noses while crying 'dignity, always dignity!' They make some true friends and some lasting enemies, especially when rumours abound that one of them is carrying a huge sapphire and every man and his camel wishes they could get their hands on it.

The conclusion approaches as we find that the brothers have been separated. Digby is now a bugler in one company while Beau and John are legionnaires in the company situated at the soon to be ill fated fort of Zinderneuf. The Commander of Zinderneuf, Lejaune, is an evil man reckless of the lives of his men but a brilliant battle strategist. It is not long before his men plan to mutineer against him but Beau and John refuse to join such dishonourable plans. Lejaune also has plans to murder the two brothers and take the gem they are suspected of carrying. Beau and John find themselves trapped between serving their Commandant honourably, while avoiding being killed by him. As the tension between the three parties builds to a climax suddenly the fort comes under attack and everyone must fight together against an enemy that out-numbers them a hundred to one. The security of the fort gives the legionnaires something to work with against the maruaders but it is not enough and Lejaune hatches the plan to prop up dead man at the battlements to confuse the enemy and make their number seem far greater then they really are. The plan works but the battle is still fierce and there are more and more dead men standing at their posts.

In a terrible moment John turns to find Beau fallen. John is thrown into despair and he feels that he is incapable of living when Beau is dead. A new wave of pain washes over John as the marauders retreat to wait for a more opportune time to attack. If only Beau had survived a few more minutes!
John and Lejaune are the only two surviving soldiers of the fort. John is horrified when shortly after the battle concludes he finds Lejaune searching Beau's body for the gem. Lejaune turns his gun on John and declares he will kill John and take the gem for himself when Beau who is in fact only just alive trips Lejaune so he misses John and John kills Lejaunne with his bayonet. John is horrified at his actions and overwrought because of the dying Beau. Beau asks him to carry a letter back to Aunt Patricia and he manages to call John a 'stout fella' before he dies.

When the rescuing legionnaires arrive at Zinderneuf it is Digby as bugler who enters first. He finds Beau's dead body and reunites with John outside the fort on the opposite side to the regiment. The brothers attempt to comfort each other and head off with two friends from Digby's regiment to civilization alone. There is nothing to stay for now that Beau has died. There is more tragedy however and Digby dies along the way in a couragous attempt to save the life of his brother and his two friends. John, at last, crawls into the city a shadow of his former self.
......

Finally, almost dead and with more sorrows then he can count John returns to see Aunt Patricia with the mysterious letter from Beau. A somewhat somber Aunt Patricia reads it to John. It turns out that Aunt Patricia had in fact sold the real 'Blue Water' long before the incident of the theft. Beau overhead the conversation in which she sold it intending to use the money to help the deserving poor. So to protect her from Hector if he should ever find out, Beau staged the robbery. He even went so far in trying to protect her by carrying the damning evidence with him to sand blasted Africa.

What!? Aunt Patricia knew all along that the stolen Blue water was a fake?
Yes she did. And yet she still threatened, ridiculed, bulled and browbeat her confused and loyal friends, turning them against each other. She refused to share the truth with those who loved her most forcing Beau to make a noble but futile gesture that he paid for with his life and the life of his brother.

Aunt Patricia, you KILLED Beau and Digby, you NINCOMPOOP!!!!! You may not have physically stabbed them or shot them but your proud, self-centered and cowardly actions killed them!! Don't just gently mop your eyes. They will never mop their eyes again because you made a ridiculous decision and then continued on with it and continued on with and continued on with. You had so many chances to fix what you did. Oh, you most frustrating fictional character!!

I am ripping out my hair at the roots in frustration.

I am afraid if I had been John in this book and had come back and heard Beau's letter and seen his Aunt's reaction I would have looked at her, walked out the door and never walked in it again. I hope I might have been able to forgive but I would never be able to go back and act as before. I would never be able to see it from her point of view. Her point of view was DUMB.

Ok. I've almost calmed down now.

The negatives of the book:
  1.  Beau and Digby dying
  2. The general soul destroying bleakness of life lost in the African wilderness
  3. The villains of the French Foreign Legion are really very stereotypical villains without much depth
The Positives of the book:
  1. Very well written
  2. A good deal of subtle and dry humour
  3. Suspenseful
  4. Written about a period in history not generally well known now a days
Should you read this book? Well I have probably ruined it for you now since I have explained the ending. However, if you want to read a heroic adventure book written in an old fashioned style that you will enjoy thoroughly until you have a mental break down in the last chapter due to a sensation of all encompassing rage, I give you my blessing.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Tintin

In my Viola case I have what you could call a shrine to Tintin except for the fact that I don't actually worship him. It is an A4 collage of all the fantastic moments of 'Tintin and the Red Sea Sharks'. Because of the location of my collage many of my students see it and comment on it and this is where I can see most clearly the separation of the wheat from the chaff.

Positive reactions are always the most appreciated by me and these students and I form a bond of mutual appreciation that can never be broken. Then there are those students who react in a negative way which then brings about a reaction in me and other Tintin fans of hissing, booing and the throwing of rotten fruits. Free speech and respect to these poor students! but my faith in their literary opinion will never be the same.

Why is Tintin awesome you ask? Let me count the ways.

1. He defeats bad guys.
2. He is loyal.
3. He does everything with this great sense of panache.
4. He can drive cars, helicopters, sea planes, tanks and submarines shaped like sharks.
5. He can pretty much wear any countries traditional garb and still look good.
6. He doesn't give up.
7. He is ageless. How old is he really? who really cares? He is Tintin, age does not constrain or dictate to him.
8. He is an optimist.
9. He is funny and adept at dry wit.
10. He fights for the underdog.

I love Tintin!
You love Tintin!
We all love Tintin! and if you don't, quick, turn from your dark ways, and join the cool kids.

Carefree Tintin



Good posture Tintin



Happy Tintin


Informed Tintin

 Intense Tintin


Resilient Tintin

Concerned Tintin


Death defying Tintin


Atmospheric Tintin


Two Tintins!

Friday, May 17, 2013

The Fellowship of the Ring - Part 2

I have finally completed part two of my challenge!
Question: Is it possible to shorten down "The Fellowship of the Ring" to 1000 words? 
Answer: Hmmm, not really but you do get the main idea and it was a workout for my brain.
Writing this has brought back very fond memories of being completely obsessed with Lord of the Rings when I was in High School. While many other girls my age were reading magazines, I was studying the finer details of the lineage of Rohirric kings. So interesting!

At the end I have included one of my favourite Boromir videos. I know not everyone likes Boromir, he is a complex character, but I think he is fantastic! I am starting to tear up already. 


Part Two-

The Fellowship leaves Rivendell.
They travel many days over difficult country.
Crebain, evil crows of Sauron follow them.
Everyone worries about the crows except Pippin who worries about not eating hot food.
Gandalf and Aragon decide to lead them over the Mountain Caradhras.
The mountain dislikes them tramping over it and the Fellowship choose to retreat off the mountain rather than suffer hypothermia.
They must find another route below the mountain.
Gimli is excited about visiting the Dwarves in the mines of Moria.
Everyone else feels a nameless dread.
Finally there is no choice, travel through Moria or be eaten by approaching Wargs.
They arrive at the door but Gandalf has forgotten the password.
General groans are heard.
Gandalf remembers the password.
They dash in just before the doors are stuck shut.
The mines are empty and dark.
Gandalf pretends he knows where he is going.
Frodo thinks he is being followed.
Everyone is on tenterhooks, where are the dwarves?
They find one.
Or at least his tomb, Balin Lord of Moria is dead.
Not a good sign.
Gandalf finds a helpful diary.
The last entry reads “We cannot get out ...drums in the deep... they are coming”.
“Well now I feel more cheerful” says no one.
Suddenly they hear drums.
“They are coming!” says Legolas.
“We cannot get out” says Gimli.
Déjà vu.
Suddenly they are surrounded by Orcs, a Cave Troll and a fiery demon Balrog.
The Fellowship slash and crash their way to the exit, the Bridge of Khazad-dum.
They all make it to safety except Gandalf who takes a lone stand against the Balrog.
“You cannot pass!” cries Gandalf and the fighting duo fall into the abyss.
Aragon declares he will lead as Gandalf wanted and they head towards the Elvish land Lothlorien.
Orcs loiter on the border.
The Elves lead the Fellowship deep into Lothlorien.
Gimli is unsettled by his lingering dislike of Elves.
The Fellowship meets the elvish leaders Celeborn and Galadriel.
They share their story and everyone mourns the loss of Gandalf.
Everyone except Boromir thinks Galadriel is wise and beautiful.
Sam and Frodo peek into Galadriel’s magic mirror and glimpse the world’s possible futures.
They become even more intimidated of their dangerous trip.
“Will you take the ring?” asks Frodo to Galadriel.
“No, say Galadriel, “I would turn into a beautiful but evil-beyond-words dictator”.
It’s time for the Fellowship to leave and Galadriel gives them presents.
The Fellowship is divided about the route.
Should they focus solely on destroying the ring, or stop in at Minas Tirith to help Boromir save his kingdom?
Boromir worries his people are being forgotten.  
They travel by river and are aware of being followed.
Boromir makes his decision, “I will not desert my friends in the Fellowship”.
Frodo and Boromir start to feel the evil effects of the Ring.
Aragon is worried they are conspicuous as a group.
Boromir gets Frodo alone and tries to steal the Ring.
Frodo runs.
Boromir is mortified.
Frodo decides to leave and go it alone.
“Not without me!” says Sam.
The Fellowship is broken. 




Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Pessimism

I have been doing some deep thinking today.

It was all set off this morning when I was listening to poetry while doing exercise. Poetry and exercise may seem an odd combination to most people but it is just as good as anyway of keeping your mind off the effort involved. Also I can compare my situation to that of the characters in the poems. To me ten more minutes of exercise may seem impossible but it's not like I'm the little daughter of the Sea Captain in the poem "The Wreck of the Hesperus" about to face a fate "on the reef of Norman's Woe!". It's good to keep things in perspective. 

Another poem I heard this morning which was a new one for me was called "The Pessimist" by Benjamin Franklin King Jr. I was very surprised to find out that King was actually writing in the 19th Century as this poem seemed so very modern to me. King is known for his satire and humor in writing so I wonder if he really believed in the darkness of this poem or if it satirical. Hmmmm... something else to ponder.
Here it is:

The Pessimist 

Nothing to do but work,

Nothing to eat but food,

Nothing to wear but clothes

To keep one from going nude.

Nothing to breathe but air

Quick as a flash ‘t is gone;

Nowhere to fall but off,

Nowhere to stand but on.

Nothing to comb but hair,

Nowhere to sleep but in bed,

Nothing to weep but tears,

Nothing to bury but dead.

Nothing to sing but songs,

Ah, well, alas! alack!

Nowhere to go but out,

Nowhere to come but back.

Nothing to see but sights,

Nothing to quench but thirst,

Nothing to have but what we’ve got;

Thus thro’ life we are cursed.

Nothing to strike but a gait;

Everything moves that goes.

Nothing at all but common sense

Can ever withstand these woes.
-King


I find it hard to have sympathy for the speaker in this poem. They seems so very apathetic and blasé. It is as if they are sitting back and pronouncing judgement on life without really making an effort to enjoy it. Get a wriggle on and stop complaining! Maybe life is dull because you are choosing to accept it that way.

Thinking about pessimism made me compare it to despair. This poem is obviously about
pessimism over despair as we can tell that from the title but am I being fair in being frustrated
by the speakers opinion? Is the speaker really having a bad time and should I feel compassionate
towards them? I am going to separate pessimism and despair and say that pessimism is being overly upset about a situation that could be changed, while despair is being overly upset about a situation that cannot be changed. I think the speaker in this poem has the ability to change their mindset. That being said there is a fine line between emotions and it can't always be cut and dried to say that one emotion is being felt without another mixed in with it.

I have collected some excerpts of literary characters either being pessimistic or talking about pessimism. But are they being pessimistic or is some other feeling?? so much greyness! but I really enjoyed coming up with this list.


I. Eeyore- Winne-the-Pooh

""Good Morning, Eeyore," said Pooh.
"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily.
"If it is a good morning," he said. "Which I doubt," said he.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it.""
-A. A. Milne. 


II. Puddleglum- The Silver Chair

""I'm trying to catch a few eels to make an eel stew for your dinner," said Puddleglum. "Though I shouldn't wonder if I don't get any. And you won't like them much if I do."
"Why not?" asked Scrubb.
"Why it's not in reason that you should like our sort of victuals, though I've no doubt you'll put a bold face on it. All the same, while I am a catching of them, if you two could try to light the fire - no harm trying-! The wood's behind the wigwam. It may be wet. You could light it inside the wigwam, and then we'd get all the smoke in our eyes. Or you could light it outside, and then the rain would come and put it out. Here's my tinder-box. You won't know how to use it, I expect.""
- C.S. Lewis


III. Saruman - The Fellowship of the Ring

Saruman: The hour is later than you think. Sauron's forces are already moving. The Nine have left Minas Morgul.
Gandalf: The Nine?
Saruman: They crossed the River Isen on Midsummer's Eve, disguised as riders in black.
Gandalf: They've reached the Shire?
Saruman: They will find the Ring, and kill the one who carries it. 
Gandalf: Frodo-
Saruman: You did not seriously think that a hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron, there are none that can.
Saruman: Against the power of Mordor there can be no victory.
Saruman: We must join with Him, Gandalf. We must join with Sauron. It would be wise, my friend.
Gandalf: Tell me, "friend", when did Saruman the Wise abandon reason for madness? 




IV. Buzz Lightyear - Toy Story





V. Gussie Finknotle- Right Ho, Jeeves

""If there's one thing in the world I can't stand," proceeded Gussie, "It's a pessimist. Be optimists, boys.
You all know the difference between an optimist and a pessimist"...
"Now, there," boomed Gussie, continuing to point, "is an instance of what I mean. Boys and ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at that object standing up there at the back-- morning coat, trousers as worn, quiet grey tie, and carnation in buttonhole-- you can't miss him. Bertie Wooster, that is, and as foul a pessimist as ever bit a tiger. I tell you I despise that man, And why do I despise him? Because, boys and ladies and gentlemen, he is a pessimist. His attitude is defeatist. When I told him I was going to address you this afternoon, he tried to dissuade me. And do you know why he tried to dissuade me? Because he said my trousers would split up the back."
The cheers that greeted this were the loudest yet. Anything about splitting rousers went straight to the simple hearts of the young scholars of Market Snodsbury Grammar School."
-P. G. Wodehouse

You decide whether they are all being pessimists. I think I'm stretching it a bit far for Buzz and Saruman but who doesn't love a reason to watch more Toy Story and Lord of the Rings!