Narnia zum Sechsten: Der silberne Sessel

C. S. Lewis. The Silver Chair. (The Chronicles of Narnia, Book 6) [Kindle Edition; HarperCollins, 2009]. 276 Seiten. 4 Euro.

Meine Lieblingsstellen:

Die Reibereien zwischen Eustace und Jill

  • He meant well, but he did talk rather like someone beginning a lecture. (3)
  • “It’s an extraordinary thing about girls that they never know the points of the compass,” (8)
  • “It’s not my fault he fell over that cliff. If he’d left me alone we should both be all right.” (18)
  • “It’s my fault,” she said in despairing tones. “I—I’d given up repeating the signs every night. If I’d been thinking about them I could have seen it was the city, even in all that snow.”  (122)
  • “So long, Jill. Sorry I’ve been a funk and so ratty. I hope you get safe home,” and Jill said, “So long, Eustace. And I’m sorry I’ve been such a pig.” (201)

Die Stellung von Aslan

  • “You would not have called to me unless I had been calling to you,” (23)
  • “I don’t think Aslan would ever have sent us if there was so little chance as all that.” (75)
  • They never talked about Aslan, or even about the lost prince, now. And Jill gave up her habit of repeating the signs over to herself every night and morning. She said to herself, at first, that she was too tired, but she soon forgot all about it. (95)
  • Aslan’s instructions always work: there are no exceptions. (124)
  • … the voice of Aslan. It was a dark, flat voice—almost, if you know what that means, a pitch-black voice. It said: “What make you here, creatures of the Overworld?” (144)
  • “There are no accidents. Our guide is Aslan; and he was there when the giant King caused the letters to be cut, and he knew already all things that would come of them; including this” (160)
  • “In the name of Aslan,” they said, and began methodically cutting the cords. (176)
  • I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. (191)
  • “Courage, friends,” came Prince Rilian’s voice. “Whether we live or die Aslan will be our good lord.” (224)
  • „…the Lion himself, so bright and real and strong that everything else began at once to look pale and shadowy compared with him. (250)

Die Einstellung  von Puddleglum

  • “He’s always expecting the worst, and he’s always wrong.” (93)
  •  “Both legs broken, I shouldn’t wonder,” shouted Puddleglum. Jill stood up and explained that she was all right, but they’d have to help her out. (101)
  • “We’ve brought the anger of Aslan on us,” he said. “That’s what comes of not attending to the signs. We’re under a curse, I expect…” (132)
  • (Rillian) The blessing of Aslan upon this honest Marsh-wiggle. We have all been dreaming, these last few minutes. (185)
  • “Born to be a misfit, I shouldn’t wonder. Fated. Fated to be Pole’s death, just as I was fated to eat Talking Stag at Harfang. Not that it isn’t my own fault as well, of course.” (229)
  • “Good-bye, dear Puddleglum,” said Jill, going over to the Marsh-wiggle’s bed. “I’m sorry we called you a wet blanket.” (246)
  • “Puddleglum!” said Jill. “You’re a regular old humbug. You sound as doleful as a funeral and I believe you’re perfectly happy. And you talk as if you were afraid of everything, when you’re really as brave as—as a lion.” (246)
  • Puddleglum (whose foot was as good as new in three weeks) often pointed out that bright mornings brought on wet afternoons, and that you couldn’t expect good times to last. (257)

Der Einfluss der Hexe

  • (Rillian unter ihrem Einfluss) “Her word shall be my law, even as my word will be law to the people we have conquered. … I am well content to live by her word, who has already saved me from a thousand dangers…” (166)
  • All these years I have been the slave of my mother’s slayer. (194)
  • (als der Duft der Hexe die Wahrnehmungsfähigkeit der drei Befreier betörte) „… all through the conversation which followed, that smell grew stronger, and filled the room, and made it harder to think. (181)
  • “There never was any world but mine,” said the Witch. (184)
  • There is no Narnia, no Overworld, no sky, no sun, no Aslan.  (189)
  • (Das Bekenntnis des Gnoms) „…we were all going about our work—her work, I should say—sad and silent, same as we’ve done any other day for years and years.“ (211) „…we’re all poor gnomes from Bism whom the Witch has called up here by magic to work for her. But we’d forgotten all about it till that crash came and the spell broke. We didn’t know who we were or where we belonged. We couldn’t do anything, or think anything, except what she put into our heads. (212)