Every time I see the scene in the film version of ‘Lord of the Rings’ where Boromir, riddled with arrows, pledges his allegiance to Aragorn with “My Lord! My King!”, a slight annoyance creeps over me.
Are those grown men? Heroism, knights and maidens, the implicitly religious struggle between good and evil, without difficult shades of gray… That is the world I would have liked to live in. But that emotional bond with a king who is supposed to be…
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Every time I see the scene in the film version of ‘Lord of the Rings’ where Boromir, riddled with arrows, pledges his allegiance to Aragorn with “My Lord! My King!”, a slight annoyance creeps over me.
Are those grown men? Heroism, knights and maidens, the implicitly religious struggle between good and evil, without difficult shades of gray… That is the world I would have liked to live in. But that emotional bond with a king who is supposed to be…