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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345432" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rumpelstiltskin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside many of us<br>is a small old man<br>who wants to get out.<br>No bigger than a two-year-old<br>whom you'd call lamb chop<br>yet this one is old and malformed.<br>His head is okay<br>but the rest of him wasn't Sanforized?<br>He is a monster of despair.<br>He is all decay.<br>He speaks up as tiny as an earphone<br>with Truman's asexual voice:<br>I am your dwarf.<br>I am the enemy within.<br>I am the boss of your dreams.<br>No. I am not the law in your mind,<br>the grandfather of watchfulness.<br>I am the law of your members,<br>the kindred of blackness and impulse.<br>See. Your hand shakes.<br>It is not palsy or booze.<br>It is your Doppelganger<br>trying to get out.<br>Beware . . . Beware . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There once was a miller<br>with a daughter as lovely as a grape.<br>He told the king that she could<br>spin gold out of common straw.<br>The king summoned the girl<br>and locked her in a room full of straw<br>and told her to spin it into gold<br>or she would die like a criminal.<br>Poor grape with no one to pick.<br>Luscious and round and sleek.<br>Poor thing.<br>To die and never see Brooklyn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wept,<br>of course, huge aquamarine tears.<br>The door opened and in popped a dwarf.<br>He was as ugly as a wart.<br>Little thing, what are you? she cried.<br>With his tiny no-sex voice he replied:<br>I am a dwarf.<br>I have been exhibited on Bond Street<br>and no child will ever call me Papa.<br>I have no private life.<br>If I'm in my cups the whole town knows by breakfast<br>and no child will ever call me Papa<br>I am eighteen inches high.<br>I am no bigger than a partridge.<br>I am your evil eye<br>and no child will ever call me Papa.<br>Stop this Papa foolishness,<br>she cried. Can you perhaps<br>spin straw into gold?<br>Yes indeed, he said,<br>that I can do.<br>He spun the straw into gold<br>and she gave him her necklace<br>as a small reward.<br>When the king saw what she had done<br>he put her in a bigger room of straw<br>and threatened death once more.<br>Again she cried.<br>Again the dwarf came.<br>Again he spun the straw into gold.<br>She gave him her ring<br>as a small reward.<br>The king put her in an even bigger room<br>but this time he promised<br>to marry her if she succeeded.<br>Again she cried.<br>Again the dwarf came.<br>But she had nothing to give him.<br>Without a reward the dwarf would not spin.<br>He was on the scent of something bigger.<br>He was a regular bird dog.<br>Give me your first-born<br>and I will spin.<br>She thought: Piffle!<br>He is a silly little man.<br>And so she agreed.<br>So he did the trick.<br>Gold as good as Fort Knox.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king married her<br>and within a year<br>a son was born.<br>He was like most new babies,<br>as ugly as an artichoke<br>but the queen thought him in pearl.<br>She gave him her dumb lactation,<br>delicate, trembling, hidden,<br>warm, etc.<br>And then the dwarf appeared<br>to claim his prize.<br>Indeed! I have become a papa!<br>cried the little man.<br>She offered him all the kingdom<br>but he wanted only this -<br>a living thing <br>to call his own.<br>And being mortal<br>who can blame him?<br>The queen cried two pails of sea water.<br>She was as persistent<br>as a Jehovah's Witness.<br>And the dwarf took pity.<br>He said: I will give you<br>three days to guess my name<br>and if you cannot do it<br>I will collect your child.<br>The queen sent messengers<br>throughout the land to find names<br>of the most unusual sort.<br>When he appeared the next day<br>she asked: Melchior?<br>Balthazar?<br>But each time the dwarf replied:<br>No! No! That's not my name.<br>The next day she asked:<br>Spindleshanks? Spiderlegs?<br>But it was still no-no.<br>On the third day the messenger<br>came back with a strange story.<br>He told her:<br>As I came around the corner of the wood<br>where the fox says good night to the hare<br>I saw a little house with a fire<br>burning in front of it.<br>Around that fire a ridiculous little man<br>was leaping on one leg and singing:<br>Today I bake.<br>Tomorrow I brew my beer.<br>The next day the queen's only child will be mine.<br>Not even the census taker knows<br>that Rumpelstiltskin is my name . . .<br>The queen was delighted.<br>She had the name!<br>Her breath blew bubbles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the dwarf returned<br>she called out:<br>Is your name by any chance Rumpelstiltskin?<br>He cried: The devil told you that!<br>He stamped his right foot into the ground<br>and sank in up to his waist.<br>Then he tore himself in two.<br>Somewhat like a split broiler.<br>He laid his two sides down on the floor,<br>one part soft as a woman,<br>one part a barbed hook,<br>one part papa,<br>one part Doppelganger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Sexton">Anne Sexton</a><div class=q>
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is a small old man
who wants to get out.
No bigger than a two-year-old
whom you'd call lamb chop
yet this one is old and malformed.
His head is okay
but the rest of him wasn't Sanforized?
He is a monster of despair.
He is all dec..."></div>
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