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	<title>Comments on: Another childhood ideal eviscerated by brutal reality</title>
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		<title>by: Editrix</title>
		<link>http://www.patheticfallacy.org/2006/06/another-childhood-ideal-eviscerated-by-brutal-reality/#comment-3366</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2006 17:39:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>&quot;Gastronaut&quot; is my new favorite neologism!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Gastronaut&#8221; is my new favorite neologism!
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		<title>by: Terri</title>
		<link>http://www.patheticfallacy.org/2006/06/another-childhood-ideal-eviscerated-by-brutal-reality/#comment-3365</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2006 16:43:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Instead of gastronome, this sounds like gastronot... Does that make you, for braving the unknown, a gastronaut?  (Sorry...)  You are a braver woman than I.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Instead of gastronome, this sounds like gastronot&#8230; Does that make you, for braving the unknown, a gastronaut?  (Sorry&#8230;)  You are a braver woman than I.
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		<title>by: 2fs</title>
		<link>http://www.patheticfallacy.org/2006/06/another-childhood-ideal-eviscerated-by-brutal-reality/#comment-3352</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2006 00:37:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Lewis (C.S.) was British. That says it all. I believe the definitive word on British candies is Thomas Pynchon's, somewhere in &lt;i&gt;Gravity's Rainbow&lt;/i&gt;. It's devastatingly hilarious in its depiction of the horror that is the British confectioner's craft.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lewis (C.S.) was British. That says it all. I believe the definitive word on British candies is Thomas Pynchon&#8217;s, somewhere in <i>Gravity&#8217;s Rainbow</i>. It&#8217;s devastatingly hilarious in its depiction of the horror that is the British confectioner&#8217;s craft.
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		<title>by: Ezra</title>
		<link>http://www.patheticfallacy.org/2006/06/another-childhood-ideal-eviscerated-by-brutal-reality/#comment-3351</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 22:08:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>You know, I think I thought it was sort of like an ice cream sundae, but made out of astronaut ice cream and topped with whipped cream. And it tasted slightly of licorice.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You know, I think I thought it was sort of like an ice cream sundae, but made out of astronaut ice cream and topped with whipped cream. And it tasted slightly of licorice.
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		<title>by: LLA</title>
		<link>http://www.patheticfallacy.org/2006/06/another-childhood-ideal-eviscerated-by-brutal-reality/#comment-3350</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 20:59:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>It's so funny - I think so many kids had these grand dreams of what Turkish Delight  was...  I remember thinking that it must be like those little white square candies that you would occasionally receive at Halloween.  They were individually wrapped, and a white, chewy nougat thing which were liberally studded with little colorful jelly bits.

I'm not sure why I thought that's what it was, since I don't remember particularly liking them.  I think I thought that they were fancy.  And kind of special.  And they seemed like something that British kids would like... (or at least what an elementary-aged Hillbilly kid *thought* a British kid would like, since it would be years and years before I met anyone who had ever even been to England....)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s so funny - I think so many kids had these grand dreams of what Turkish Delight  was&#8230;  I remember thinking that it must be like those little white square candies that you would occasionally receive at Halloween.  They were individually wrapped, and a white, chewy nougat thing which were liberally studded with little colorful jelly bits.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not sure why I thought that&#8217;s what it was, since I don&#8217;t remember particularly liking them.  I think I thought that they were fancy.  And kind of special.  And they seemed like something that British kids would like&#8230; (or at least what an elementary-aged Hillbilly kid *thought* a British kid would like, since it would be years and years before I met anyone who had ever even been to England&#8230;.)
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		<title>by: Ezra</title>
		<link>http://www.patheticfallacy.org/2006/06/another-childhood-ideal-eviscerated-by-brutal-reality/#comment-3347</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>That'll teach you to trust a Christian.

I should have pointed you to this:
http://www.slate.com/id/2131903/

&lt;blockquote cite=&quot;http://www.slate.com/id/2131903/&quot;&gt;
At Christmas nearly a decade ago, an aged Englishman gave me a choice gift, one that I'd fantasized about since the age of 7 after reading C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia. It was a box of Turkish Delight...And so, with anticipation, I took a bite of the Turkish Delight. And a second later, spat it into my hand. It tasted like soap rolled in plaster dust, or like a lump of Renuzit air freshener: The texture was both waxy and filling-looseningly chewy. This … this? ... was the sweetmeat that led Edmund to betray his siblings and doomed Aslan to death on a stone slab?
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;ll teach you to trust a Christian.</p>
<p>I should have pointed you to this:<br />
<a href='http://www.slate.com/id/2131903/' rel='nofollow'>http://www.slate.com/id/2131903/</a></p>
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At Christmas nearly a decade ago, an aged Englishman gave me a choice gift, one that I&#8217;d fantasized about since the age of 7 after reading C.S. Lewis&#8217; Chronicles of Narnia. It was a box of Turkish Delight&#8230;And so, with anticipation, I took a bite of the Turkish Delight. And a second later, spat it into my hand. It tasted like soap rolled in plaster dust, or like a lump of Renuzit air freshener: The texture was both waxy and filling-looseningly chewy. This … this? &#8230; was the sweetmeat that led Edmund to betray his siblings and doomed Aslan to death on a stone slab?
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