"All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed."
— Frith to El-ahraira in Watership Down
Honestly? I'm not a big fan of Watership Down
. I've gone for years listening to other furs discuss the book zealously, and have always felt a bit guilty, maybe jealous, that they were getting so much more out of it than I was. It made me feel like maybe I was out of sync with the furry rabbit world: still does, truth be known. I know this is a landmark book for many a bunny, but after three readings of it, once in 1973, once in 1997, and again two years ago, I have to admit that it just doesn't whisper to my inner rabbit the way it seems to shout to others'.
I don't dislike Watership Down
; it's well written and the prose absorbed my thoughts to the point that I could watch the story unfolding believably in my mind. There's just something about the style and settings that doesn't click with me. I love folklore and tolerate fakelore, but the El-ahrairah references and bunny-speak overwhelm me.
All of this occurred to me, again, when I found this pic I did in 1997. Based loosely on the movie version of Fiver, I think I drew it to feel connected with my then online rabbit friends. They're all gone, those bunnies, moved on; I'm left with the pic, musing on those times.
(posted on LJ separately without linking; next time I'll start here...)