"The Rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything, for he didn't know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself."
"For at least two hours, the boy loved him."
"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby."
"That night he was almost too happy to sleep, and so much love stirred in his little sawdust heart that it almost burst."
"Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this?"
cry bunny. :(
I note this here now because I hadn't thought about this before, but yet another reason why I love the velveteen rabbit story has to do with this idea of MAGIC. It reminds me of whatever Chuck Close says about painting -- how the taking of colored dirt and putting on a canvas to create a picture of something never ceases to be magical to him. I so very much relate to that, but never connected it with nursery magic before. So many things.
Also: something else I love about the velveteen rabbit: it has a sub-title or alternative title "or how toys become real" and I think I should title all my work that way e.g. "McDonalds or You see, this is why I'd rather be alone."
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