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I don’t see a lot of people talking about it but I don’t think that their 1689 was short like the 1389, 1489, 1589 (#shakespears) ones.
In 1689 we don’t see the end of the meeting which is very different from the 3 first one. We leave them at the beginning of their conversation (which happen AFTER Dream asked ‘Do you still wish to live ?’ Instead of before like in 1489). Furthermore in 1789 we don’t see the beginning of the meeting and they very much look like they have been talking for a moment. Hob even asks to Dream if he want to continue their meeting in an other pub. 1689 truly changed their relationship, it went from ‘we know each other’ to ‘this is a relationship, we talk for more than 5 minutes. We care about each other”.
They must have talk for hours in 1689 and for Hob it must have been so strange too. Like he was dirty, his clothes didn’t even cover him correctly, he was starving,… he looked worst than 1389 and yet, instead of 1589. The rich, powerful and beautiful stranger stayed.
Which is the reason why 1889 is so heartbreaking but so interesting. It was the shortest meeting since 1589. It’s the meeting where Hob thought that he managed to offend his stranger when his dirtiness in 1689 didn’t, when what he did (slavery) in 1789 didn’t. No wonder Hob felt guilty, who wouldn’t when they think that they hurt someone who stayed even when you were at your lowest ? Who stayed when you did something horrible ? Who didn’t ask you anything and gave you your biggest wish ?
I firmly believe that 1989 Hob must have thought that whatever they created, whatever he proved, in 1689 he lost it in 1889. However, I think that he hoped that he will be able to prove it again by waiting for his stranger to come back.
I learnt something today that I think is just beautiful.
My grandmother was a very sick woman and pretty much housebound for the last of her life. She derived great pleasure from watching her neighbour’s backyard chickens. She adored these chickens. Every time I called, she had new chicken drama to tell me—think Linda Belcher and the raccoons.
It turns out that at some point, their neighbour was no longer able to have chickens because due to a disability he could no longer afford to keep them. My grandfather, upon learning this, immediately used his spending money to keep the neighbour in both chickens and chicken feed so that my grandmother would have chickens to watch since my grandfather didn’t have time to keep chickens at their home.
He did this for ten years, guys. TEN YEARS he secretly funded his neighbour’s backyard chickens so that my grandmother would have chickens to watch every day until the day she died.
