Likes: terrorizing mortals; libraries; serious eyeshadow; chain wallets; suspiciously lifelike marble statues
Dislikes: people who aren't statues yet; bros; Perseus
So one of my teachers today was telling the class a story about her aunt, who was a holocaust survivor. Apparently, as a child her aunt had really loved going to the movies with her older brother. Then World War Two came. She was 15, my age. And she was sent to a labor camp. The conditions were horrifying, she was whipped, starved, beaten, only allowed to sleep the absolute minimum to support human function. She worked with some sort of giant steal machine with lots of turning gears. And the only reason she kept going, the only thing keeping her from loosing hope and just giving up on her life or maybe even ending it, was the thought of herself as Charlie Chaplin in Modern Times. Working on the machines. Modern Times had been her favorite film, and the thought of herself dressed as The Tramp with that little postage stamp moustache toiling away on those big machines had kept her going. Charlie Chaplin saved her life. I find it really touching the way that one little thing like that can help a person so much.
So thanks Charlie.