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What Is A Group (Short) | Ian F Svenonius | 2016

Daniele Yandel, Katie Alice Greer

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Angel's turn :b

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Vote for your fave, Reblog & share your thoughts and also let me know your other faves even if it's outside this list in the tags I would love to hear it 😊😊

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El Teléfono, Héctor "El Father" ft. Wisin & Yandel.

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Hey bestie requestuję Follow The Leader w daily coachach, bo robi się coraz cieplej xoxo

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Requested by: @mgmilosh ❤️🔥 (potrzebujemy tej mapy w JD+!)

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Unidentified photographer, Enid Yandell with her sculpture of Pallas Athena, 1896

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What Is A Group (Short) | Ian F Svenonius | 2016

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Desafio - 2003

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Rouka Reads: The World of Ice and Fire - Preface

We meet our hero, the brave author of the book, maester Yandel!

Let’s begin with some nice The Builder metaphors on the subject of learning!

IT IS SAID with truth that every building is constructed stone by stone, and the same may be said of knowledge, extracted and compiled by many learned men, each of whom builds upon the works of those who preceded him. What one of them does not know is known to another, and little remains truly unknown if one seeks far enough. Now I, Maester Yandel, take my turn as mason, carving what I know to place one more stone in the great bastion of knowledge that has been built over the centuries both within and without the confines of the Citadel—a bastion raised by countless hands that came before, and which will, no doubt, continue to rise with the aid of countless hands yet to come.

I like him. I mean, he may just be good with words, but I like the community aspect he is leaning into here. 

Pro: The accumulation of knowledge is most definitely teamwork through the passage of time, and you can live many lives and travel vast distances in your mind through the power of the written word.

Con: If you’re going to be writing a book about the entire world, you may want to have seen at least a little of it, maybe? Yandel trying to make sure he is as unbiased as possible by making sure he knows equally little about Westeros through his own experience as he knows about Essos and the rest of the known world. 

Because he has literally never left Oldtown and spent his entire life in the Citadel from birth. 

I was a foundling from my birth in the tenth year of the reign of the last Targaryen king, left on a morning in an empty stall in the Scribe’s Hearth, where acolytes practiced the art of letters for those who had need. 

That would have been around 272, ten years after Jaehaerys II died, thirteen years after Summerhall and the birth of one Rhaegar Targaryen. Yandel isn’t even thirty yet. He’s a baby!

The Scribe’s Hearth:

The gates of the Citadel were flanked by a pair of towering green sphinxes with the bodies of lions, the wings of eagles, and the tails of serpents. One had a man's face, one a woman's. Just beyond stood Scribe's Hearth, where Oldtowners came in search of acolytes to write their wills and read their letters. Half a dozen bored scribes sat in open stalls, waiting for some custom. At other stalls books were being bought and sold.

(AFFC, Samwell V)

I wonder who placed him there. A spot frequented by acolytes, the same demographic known to prance about Oldtown, getting drunk on fearsomely strong cider and visiting brothels if they have the money. Could a woman have just walked in there with a baby in her arms and left without it during early business hours, hidden among the people perusing the wares? Or was it a man? An acolyte familiar with the place? The father?

Actually that was about the year Obara was born, too. Wild times in Oldtown, but a nicer fate for Yandel.

The course of my life was set that day, when I was found by an acolyte who took me to the Seneschal of that year, Archmaester Edgerran. Edgerran, whose ring and rod and mask were silver, looked upon my squalling face and announced that I might prove of use. When first told this as a boy, I took it to mean he foresaw my destiny as a maester; only much later did I come to learn from Archmaester Ebrose that Edgerran was writing a treatise on the swaddling of infants and wished to test certain theories.

I love this. 

Yandel: Did he sense my destiny??

Edgerran: Free infant test subject, and I didn’t even have to be unethical about it! Score!

(Silver represents medicine.)

Ebrose is still around, giving lectures on urine to the Oldtown gang and giving Pate a failing grade! 

But inauspicious as that may seem, the result was that I was given to the care of servants and received the occasional attention of maesters. I was raised as a servant myself amongst the halls and chambers and libraries, but I was given the gift of letters by Archmaester Walgrave. 

Awww. Hi, Walgrave! Good to know he was nice to kids back when his mind was still 100%. I wonder what prompted him to teach the kid to read. Was Yandel a bit of a beloved mascot, having been raised at the Citadel?

Thus did I come to know and love the Citadel and the knights of the mind** who guarded its precious wisdom. I desired nothing more than to become one of them—to read of far places and long-dead men, to gaze at the stars and measure the passing of the seasons.

Rarely do characters in this series fulfill their dreams so easily.

Also interesting that the kid raised among “knights guarding wisdom” (from whom?) in a complex named for defensive fortifications, who probably rarely spent time outside it, is writing a book primarily aimed at the “humble”. Trying to smuggle that wisdom out, in a way.

** Luwin shout-out:

"There are some who call my order the knights of the mind," Luwin replied. "You are a surpassing clever boy when you work at it, Bran. Have you ever thought that you might wear a maester's chain? There is no limit to what you might learn." (AGOT, Bran IV)

Bran was not interested, but he ends up assembling vital historical knowledge nevertheless. 

And so I did. I forged the first link in my chain at three-and-ten, and other links followed. I completed my chain and took my oaths in the ninth year of the reign of King Robert, the First of His Name, and found myself blessed to continue at the Citadel, to serve the archmaesters and aid them in all that they did. 

What a nerd! At thirteen! That would have been in 285, two years into Robert’s reign, and it took him seven years until 292 to finish his degree forge his chain. He was 20 then. 

They did not send this little low-born prodigy out to serve at any castle, they kept him at the Citadel. Interesting. 

So basically, watching Robert Baratheon’s reign has been Yandel’s thing for the duration of his academic career and he dedicated his Big Book to him his son Tommen: 

I wonder what his purpose with this book is. 

It was a great honor, but my greatest desire was to create a work of mine own, a work that humble but lettered men might read—and read to their wives and children—so that they would learn of things both good and wicked, just and unjust, great and small, and grow wiser as I had grown wiser amidst the learning of the Citadel. 

He’s writing a book for humble but lettered men - and their families. Going on the assumption he is not trying to insult highborn men without a Citadel education by implying they are intellectually humble, he may truly intend for this book to be read by a wider audience than merely those who have access to maester’s libraries, an audience who conduct their own education by reading amid their family? Lower nobility or even the wealthy merchant class? Not sure how feasible this is in a world without a movable type printing press, but I like his approach. 

And so I set myself to work once more at my forge, to make new and notable matter around the masterworks of the long-dead maesters who came before me. What follows herein sprang from that desire: a history of deeds gallant and wicked, peoples familiar and strange, and lands near and far.

Likening himself to the Smith, the face of the Seven most associated with the smallfolk. 

Comrade Yandel, you have my ear. 

Next up: The Dawn Age

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