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The Man Who Loved A Doll: A Parable


Once upon a time, a man loved a doll.

And nobody chided or ridiculed the man because everyone who saw the doll, even those with the most cloddish of hearts, admired it for its exquisite workmanship and beauty.

But the man was unhappy for the doll would not return his love, but merely sit in her chair, her beautiful face frozen in unblemished porcelain.

And the more he wooed this creation of silk and china, the more frustrated he became with himself, for surely it was his own deep flaws that prevented the doll from returning his love.

So eschewing the love of flesh-and-blood women who offered him their hearts, after many years of self-recrimination and self-hatred the man died alone and despondent.

Yet before he drew his last breath, he entertained one rogue thought that maybe the reason the doll did not love him was not because he was deeply flawed, but simply because dolls of silk and china cannot return love.

But then, of course, it was too late.


He who has the mind to read, let him heed.






Do not ask me why I wrote this. I will deliberately lie to you.

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cheesentoast
Sep. 28th, 2008 03:31 pm (UTC)
This parable echoes the unfortunate trait many people have which a friend of mine calls, "Trying to buy bread at Radio Shack".
judetherat
Sep. 28th, 2008 07:32 pm (UTC)
So... hmm.

Why didn't you write this?
literary_equine
Sep. 29th, 2008 04:29 pm (UTC)

If you ask me no questions, I can tell you no lies.
dajagr
Sep. 28th, 2008 08:32 pm (UTC)
A very thoughtful piece. It's got me thinking. Thank you.
artekka
Sep. 29th, 2008 12:01 am (UTC)
Why did you write this piece?

(Go ahead. Deliberately lie to me. I simply couldn't resist. :D)
literary_equine
Sep. 29th, 2008 04:30 pm (UTC)

I heard this told to me word for word over my grandparents' old Delco radio.

Interestingly, it was not plugged in at the time.
datasocks
Sep. 29th, 2008 12:39 am (UTC)
That's a lovely image.

And this is entirely unrelated, but I saw this and thought of you.

http://spippo.deviantart.com/gallery/

literary_equine
Sep. 29th, 2008 04:31 pm (UTC)

MLP's! The alien one rocks!

Thanks for the heads up. ;-)
starbiter
Sep. 29th, 2008 04:46 am (UTC)
I know why you wrote it... because using a two-by-four on someone's head is a felony.
literary_equine
Sep. 29th, 2008 04:31 pm (UTC)

Um ... maybe.
symphonic_rp
Sep. 29th, 2008 11:41 pm (UTC)
Interestingly, I have a story not entirely unlike that in Spectral Shadows. In where the character's wife dies, and in his madness he creates a doll of her as a replacement and sells his soul to bring the doll to life. But the demon that animates the doll is nothing like his wife and doesn't return his love.

This is actually inspired by the plot of an old ballet called Coppelia.

There is also a song by Yes called Turn Of The Century based on such a concept.

The concept can also be applied to the poor Furry fan who wears a Krystal T-shirt everywhere he goes and loves Krystal with a passion uncontested. But that love can never be returned.

Actually it could also be applied to those who so love the cross, The Bible or any other religious symbol. But in the end they realize that paper pages and metal crosses by themselves are not capable of returning love.

It is also a concept that is somewhat applicable to myself, as I surround myself constantly with art and imagery on which I invest the bulk of my love. These things of themselves can not return love. But, as I learned recently, the love invested in human beings is also not likely to be returned. And yet I find that I am happiest and healthiest when loving, whether that love is returned or not.

The return of love is never guaranteed. Never a certainty by virtue of loving one thing or another. And I think in the end it is the man who loved most passionately who lived the more fulfilling life, rather than the man who worried to much about how much love he received.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 9th, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC)
There is also a song by Yes called Turn Of The Century based on such a concept.
The lyrics matched the plot of Coppellia, but struck me more as a retelling of Pygmalion and Galatea than anything else.
akktri
Apr. 1st, 2009 01:15 am (UTC)
Dolls
In my version, the doll's head turns around 360 degrees at night, then goes around killing people, causing the man to be thrown into prison. The end.
Portrait of a man who something something something....in the Twilight Zone.
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