Sally wrote:
<Interesting that he shows absolutely *no* interest in the more conventionally-pretty Jenna (that dour "not wasting your time on frivolities is gorgeous>
I can't believe it never occured to me before: she's actually flirting with him in this scene! First she appears in that outfit, and then *she* directs him to the treasure room - knowing what his reaction would be. Why would she do that? Why didn't she keep silent about the room until Blake was out of danger? Unless, of course, she was also quite tempted by the gems and half-considered dumping Blake as well? Perhaps Avon just articulated what they both had in mind? (And then she articulated refusal to desert Blake - which they also both had in mind).
<for anyone who's listening the right way, actions don't just speak louder than words with our Avon, they yell at the top of their figurative voices (which is of course one of the joyous things about watching and listening him).>
I don't have any comments to this sentence, I'm just quoting it because it's so nicely phrased.
<And the whole thing with Servalan (though I'm always amused by the fact that they appear to have been *totally* blind to each other's sex appeal right up until the minute Blake and Travis aren't there to distract their attention).>
I guess with Servalan sex appeal is closely related to the appeal of power, so she started noticing Avon when he became the "owner" of that big ship, and "seduce Avon" became synonymous with "get the Liberator".
<I'm inclined to think any story about an 'outlaw band' is liable to pick up echoes of the Robin Hood story, because of the latter's influence on culture for hundreds of years - it'd be bloody hard work keeping it *out*. What we have is Robin and his Dirty Half-Dozen>
Let us not forget Denis Moore, Denis Moore, riding through the night, he has with him, hmhmhm... Actually I'd say there's a 'noble outlaw' type featuring in the folklore of many nations, someone persecuted and outnumbered by the forces of law and order but really fighting for justice in his own unorthodox way. Folk songs are full of such. John Wesley Harding was a friend to the poor, he travelled with a gun in every hand...etc. In my country we have volumes of folk poems glorifying highwaymen who robbed rich Turks during their 500 year long occupation (I'm not so sure they gave to the poor, though).
<Then there's Vila, and his alter-ego as the Court Jester (both on the Liberator and on Goth) - the jokes, the magic tricks, and *his* S1 costume all patches and bright colours ... like Avon/Byron and Blake/Robin, there isn't *too* much of it, but it's fun to play with (and probably does have an influence on the 'Wise Fool' aspect of some Vila-ish fanfic).>
He that has and a little tiny wit, With heigh-ho, the wind and the rain, Must make content with his fortunes fit, Though the rain it raineth every day.
(Sorry, couldn't help quoting.)
N.