Shadowlands1993

Warnie:
Why is the beer in this pub always cold? Cold beer. Chills the stomach. Has no taste.

Eddie:
I have a complaint about the wardrobe.

Rupert:
Complaint ? Our children love it.

Christopher:
I will not have another blasted conversation about Jack’s blasted nursery.

Eddie:
No. No, listen. Listen. In the book you describe the house as belonging to an old professor who has no wife and yet… You say when the little girl enters the magic wardrobe she finds it full of fur coats.

Christopher:
Very good, Eddie. Not bad.

Jack:
It’s simple. Simple. It belongs to the professor's old mother. Simple.

John:
So to reach the magic world the child must push through the mother’s fur?

Jack:
No, John, it’s not like that hand-me down Freudianism.

Harry:
But the imagery is Christian surely.

Jack:
No, Harry it’s what it is. It’s just itself. It’s…. It’s just magic: Magic. Look. Let me show you. The child steps into the wardrobe. The coats are thick and heavy.

John:
What about the fur?

Jack:
Fur’s not important, John. The child must push through. They’re pressing close, almost suffocating and suddenly there’s white light. Crisp cold air. Trees. Snow. Total contrast you see. It’s a gateway to a magical world.