RE: [mythsoc] Digest Number 573
- Mary "Stolzi" wrote :
> Has it occurred to you that not only Great Pan himself, but allExtracts from "The tough guide to Fantasyland" by Diana Wynne Jones:
> the fauns &
> satyrs, are at risk from this dread disease[foot and mouth]?
"- Chilblains are unheard of, however inclement the weather. This is
probably because the Management lives mostly in California."
"- Common cold: This is one of many viral nuisances not present. You can get
as wet, cold and tired as you like, and you will still not catch cold. But
"- Plague visits certain areas unpredictably and kills a lot of people.
Though this is not surprising, given the amount of refuse lying about, the
relative absence of bacteria/viruses suggests that the cause may be magical
[...]Tourists need not be alarmed [...] No tourist catches Plague."
No mention whatever of blisters, illnesses, sickness or wounds, still less
of anything like the foot and mouth epidemy. Either it doesn't exist there,
so that our goatfoot friends are quite safe, or else they've long since
found the appropriate herbs to heal these things and they're not even worth
- In a message dated 4/28/01 6:46:02 AM Central Daylight Time,
> our goatfoot friendsWell, I'm confused now, because my dictionary says that satyrs "are often
depicted with the tail and ears of a horse" - no mention of their feet or
Pan, like the fauns, is goatfooted indeed.
Those herbs are marvellous. Rather like the "Herbal teas" that enable so
many females in fantasyland to carry on, despite their medieval surroundings,
with never a qualm about inconvenient conception.
But then we do know from Professor Lewis that fauns are subject to
> they've long sinceIn fact, animals can and do recover from foot and mouth, I've learned. It's
> found the appropriate herbs to heal these things
a mere, savage, economic decision to put them down rather than help them to
heal, or inoculate them. (The test for the presence of the disease, required
for export, also reacts positively to inoculation.) Or so I've read. One of
those damned shames that makes us sometimes wish we, too, lived in