jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2026
Třeboň - the estate where learned men spoke with angels
sábado, 6 de junio de 2026
THE POISONED CUP - THE MIDNIGHT ARCHIVES
The Midnight Archives delivers again! In a foreign country, a trophy wife uses her woman's weapons and a drink laced with death to get rid of her captor after he earned her trust... catnip for me, something right up my alley (remember the Baratheon Saga?)
This is "The Poisoned Cup," Chapter 5 of their Aladdin retelling!
CHAPTER 5 - THE POISONED CUP
At the foot of his own stolen palace in a foreign land where the man who wants him dead is sleeping inside holding the only thing that can win.martes, 3 de febrero de 2026
ONCE MORE - LOVECRAFTIAN CHILDREN IN ANDERSEN'S XENOFICTION
Finally The Midnight Archives released their Ugly Duckling episode - and I couldn't wait to get to the part where the protagonist spends the winter on a farm with Lovecraftian, monstrous (sadistic in his eyes) children, so I skipped ahead:
The farm children crowd around, excited by this strange pet bird their father has brought home. They've never seen anything like him. They want to
touch him, to hold him, to play with him. But the ugly duckling doesn't understand play. He only understands danger. When the children reach for him laughing, he sees only hands coming to hurt him. The same human hands that have always hurt him. Every touch in his life has been violent. Every approach has been an attack. He panics. [...] The children laugh and try to catch him, which only makes his terror worse. The whole cottage descends into chaos. It's almost comedic if you don't think about what's happening inside the duckling's mind. He's been given a second chance at shelter, at
safety, at warmth, and he's destroying it because he can't recognize kindness.
He's been hurt so many times that even genuine friendliness looks like an attack.
[...]
From the very beginning, Andersen was marked as different. He was a tall and gangly ginger, with a prominent nose and hands that seemed too big for his body. And, moreover, left-handed. He moved awkwardly, spoke strangely, didn't fit in with other children. He preferred putting on puppet shows and reciting poetry to playing normal games. While other kids in Odense rough-housed, he stood apart, watching, dreaming, already somewhere else. The other children thought he was bizarre, and bullied him. Most surely, he was autistic.
Very clever of the narrator to portray these children as "predators" from the Ugly Duckling's point of view! So far, the only humans he has known before them, the maid on the farm where he hatched (a teenage servant) and the huntsmen (adult men) have abused him; how can he understand play when all the other humans he's known are enemies? - and moreover small children ignore that a pet is not a toy - they haven't developed empathy yet. I have spoken before of Andersen's double standard - ie Children are Innocent (the Romantic ideal) when they're the protagonists VS. Kids Are Cruel (seen as predators by the non-human protagonists) when they're secondary characters. This is NOT unique to Andersen, but can also be seen in other authors, who, unlike Andersen, feature Innocent Children as the protagonists and Cruel Kids as the side characters (even as the villains!) in THE SAME stories. This includes Christoph von Schmid (Good Friedrich and Wicked Dietrich, Good Friederike and Wicked Dorothy, the list goes on), Victor Hugo (Cosette vs. Éponine, both as children and as teenagers), and most importantly Roald Dahl (Charlie Bucket vs. the four Bad Kids, Matilda vs. her brother Michael and Bruce Bogtrotter, the Narrator vs. Bruno in The Witches, the list goes on).
There seems to be a double standard. Whenever children are the protagonists (The Snow Queen, The Little Mermaid, Thumbelina, etc). they are pure and innocent, and victims of suffering we should empathize with
- but in Andersen's works of xenofiction, where the protagonists are non-human and the children are secondary characters, these children are portrayed as inhuman monsters who only want to play, to have fun, to eat sweets... But in that pursuit, they treat the non-human protagonists not roughly, but even cruelly, and lacking empathy (they chase the Ugly Duckling, pull the Fir Tree's branches, send the Tin Soldier downstream in a paper boat... Not even adult humans are spared, as seen in their treatment of the storyteller [Andersen inserting himself?] also in The Fir Tree, here).
Long story short: children as protagonists=pristine angels to empathize with, children as secondary characters in xenofiction=sadistic Lovecraftian monsters without empathy. This double standard, especially in the light of Romanticism (Rousseau's and Locke's ideas, Andersen as a Romantic), has always fascinated me.
Here are Maria Tatar's comments on the monstrous, sadistic children in Andersen's xenofiction:
In The Ugly Duckling:
the duckling was afraid they would hurt him. Andersen’s surprising dislike of small children, given the audience for his stories today, is well documented. In the plan for a commemorative statue in Copenhagen, he asked that the child looking over his shoulder be removed from the design. But his hatred of one of the sketches, which reminded him of “old Socrates and young Alcibiades,” may have been inspired by very different anxieties. As a child he was an avid reader, who stayed away from other children. “I never played with the other boys,” he reported in a letter to his benefactor Jonas Collin, “I was always alone.” (Moreover, Andersen was bullied! Note from S. Dermark)
In The Fir Tree:
(This tale is absent from Maria Tatar's annotated edition, but note here how they treat the storyteller [Andersen inserting himself!], showing that not even the human adults are inmune to their lack of empathy!)
Here is the scene as translated by Jean Hersholt:
Suddenly the folding doors were thrown back, and a whole flock of children burst in as if they would overturn the tree completely. Their elders marched in after them, more sedately. For a moment, but only for a moment, the young ones were stricken speechless. Then they shouted till the rafters rang. They danced about the tree and plucked off one present after another.
Then the children had permission to plunder the tree. They went about it in such earnest that the branches crackled and, if the tree had not been tied to the ceiling by the gold star at top, it would have tumbled headlong.
The children danced about with their splendid playthings. No one looked at the tree now, except an old nursemaid who peered in among the branches, but this was only to make sure that not an apple or fig or gingerbread man had been overlooked.
"Tell us a story! Tell us a story!" the children clamored, as they towed a fat little man to the tree. He sat down beneath it and said, "Here we are in the woods, and it will do the tree a lot of good to listen to our story. Mind you, I'll tell only one. Which will you have, the story of Ivedy-Avedy, or the one about Humpty-Dumpty who sat on a wall and had a great fall, tumbled downstairs, yet ascended the throne and married the princess?"
"Ivedy-Avedy," cried some. "Humpty-Dumpty," cried the others. And there was a great hullabaloo.
The fat little man told them all about Humpty-Dumpty, who sat on a wall, had a great fall, tumbled downstairs, yet ascended the throne and married the princess. And the children clapped and shouted, "Tell us another one! Tell us another one!" For they wanted to hear about Ivedy-Avedy too, but after Humpty-Dumpty the storytelling stopped.
In The Tin Soldier:
street urchins came running along. As is often the case in Andersen’s stories, schoolboys and street urchins can be counted on to engage in sadistic behavior. Saintly urchins like the little match girl are invariably female.
for no reason at all, (his owner) threw him right into the stove. The tin soldier seems to be a survivor, but in the end, he loses his life “for no reason at all”—just on a small boy’s whim. The Tin soldier attributes the boy’s urge to an evil power, suggesting that the jack-in-the-box has engineered his death.
......
So basically here we have the Kids are Cruel (sadistic, lacking empathy, caring only for their own amusement) trope in Andersen's xenofiction, in child secondary characters, stemming from his own hatred of children (misopaedia) stemming in turn from bullying trauma... One of the causes of the Kids Are Cruel trope in real life is explained in Developmental Psychology. It's called ego-centralism and until a child reaches a certain point in their mental development they don't understand that their actions can hurt others even though they are not hurt themselves. This is what happens in Andersen's stories, even though Andersen himself uses the trope to view them as sadistic monsters from the POV of non-humans, to channel his childhood trauma!
- vs. the Children are Innocent (pure, angelic, whose suffering elicits empathy) whenever children are the protagonists in Andersen, stemming from the Victorian / Romantic notions/Rousseaunian and Lockean myth of pristine, unsullied childhood as a black slate. This can lead to an unawareness that they are doing anything wrong. They can commit offenses unwittingly and face a Bewildering Punishment. Children have to learn empathy, and not to be self-centered, and also often have a poor grasp of consequences of their actions. This can then lead to Ambiguous Innocence. Again, ego-centralism.
A well-known experiment by Wimmer and Perner (1983) called the false-belief task demonstrates how children show their acquisition of theory of mind (ToM) as early as 4 years old. In this task, children see a scenario where one character hides a marble in a basket, walks out of the scene, and another character that is present takes out the marble and puts it in a box. Knowing that the first character did not see the switching task, children were asked to predict where the first character would look to find the marble. The results show that children younger than 4 answer that the first character would look inside the box, because the children have the superior knowledge of where the marble actually is. It shows egocentric thinking in early childhood because they thought that, even if the first character themself did not see the entire scenario, the first character has the same amount of knowledge as they did, and therefore should look inside the box to find the marble. As children start to acquire ToM (and empathy), their ability to recognize and process others' beliefs and values overrides the natural tendency to be egocentric.
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Andersen's xenofictional children see the world as a huge playplace and everything as a toy - they are ego-centralists, they only want to play and have fun, they're rough-housing all the time, but they haven't learned yet that a pet is not a toy, that a plant is not a toy either, and neither is an adult human, no matter how good stories he might tell. They simply haven't developed empathy yet. At heart, all young children are like that, and that is why they're perceived as "naughty" or "rough-housing." I was the same myself as a toddler; I made potions with my shampoos and other cosmetics, I cut my dolls' hair and doodled on their faces, I cut out the characters in fairytales to use them as paper dolls... fortunately all my pets were confined to their habitats (the fish in their fishtank, the turtles in their terrarium, the budgies in their cage) and therefore spared a rough treatment from a young child who moreover needed constant external stimulation, with her autism and ADHD! Like Andersen's bullies, I rough-housed, but like Andersen himself, I also spent the hours away in daydreams and in books, and was bullied both for my social awkwardness and Nordic looks (and I'm left-handed too!).
lunes, 29 de diciembre de 2025
WHO BREAKS A BUTTERFLY UPON A WHEEL?
The Midnight Archives is a gold mine of tragic stories and dark fairytale retellings - but one of the creepiest is the real-life story of Sporus, Emperor Nero's teenage eunuch "wife!"
Sporus was likely an epithet given to him when his abuse started, considering it to be derived from the Greek word σπόρος (spóros), meaning "seed" or "semen", which may refer to his inability to have children following his castration. Against this popular view, David Woods points out that the name resembles the Latin word spurius of Sabine origin, meaning "illegitimate child"; hence Woods advances the thesis that Nero himself had called the boy Spurius, or that he believed the Greek name Sporus to be related to the Latin word. Little is known about this teenager's short life before he came to the Imperial court and got married to the Emperor to replace the wife he had killed (uxoricide). He may have been a prisoner of war from Greece.
He may have been a puer delicatus. These were sometimes castrated to preserve their youthful qualities (much like an operatic castrato). The puer delicatus generally was a child or teen slave chosen by his master for his beauty and sexual attractiveness.
Nero did a lot of creepy things (except playing the lyre while Rome burned, that's a myth) - assassinating his own mother, "giving birth" to a live frog, but the crowner was marrying a femboy eunuch. Previously he had killed his previous wife Poppea (from whom the French "poupée" for doll may come) by kicking her in the heavily pregnant belly, which made her abort. After which he thought "I need a new wife!" and he saw this cute teenager at his palace...
In 67 AD, he married Sporus, who was said to bear a remarkable resemblance to Poppaea. Nero had Sporus castrated, and during their marriage, Nero had Sporus appear in public as his wife, in drag and makeup, wearing the regalia that was customary for Roman empresses. He then took Sporus to Greece and back to Rome, making Calvia Crispinilla serve as "mistress of the wardrobe" to Sporus, ἐπιτροπεία τὴν περὶ ἐσθῆτα (epitropeía tḕn perì esthêta). Sporus played the role of Nero's wife. Among other forms of address, Sporus was termed "Lady", "Empress", and "Mistress". Suetonius quotes one Roman who lived around this time who remarked that the world would have been better off if Nero's father Ahenobarbus had married someone more like the castrated boy.
Shortly before Nero's death, during the Calends festival, Sporus presented Nero with a ring bearing a gemstone depicting the Rape of Persephone, in which the ruler of the underworld (Hades) forces a young girl (his own niece) to become his bride. It was at the time considered one of the many bad omens of Nero's fall. This would not be the only time Sporus was cast as Persephone...
Sporus was one of the four companions on the emperor's last journey in June of 68 AD, along with Epaphroditus, Neophytus, and Phaon. It was Sporus, and not his wife Messalina, to whom Nero turned as he began the ritual lamentations before taking his own life. Nero's famous last words were: "What a great artist dies with me!"
AFTER NERO'S DEATH
Soon afterward, Sporus was taken to the care of the Praetorian prefect Nymphidius Sabinus, who had persuaded the Praetorian Guards to desert Nero. Nymphidius treated Sporus as a wife and called him "Poppaea". Nymphidius tried to make himself emperor but was killed by his own guardsmen. In 69 AD, Sporus became involved with Otho, the second of a rapid, violent succession of four emperors who vied for power during the chaos that followed Nero's death. Otho had once been married to Poppaea, until Nero had forced their divorce. Otho reigned for three months until his suicide after the Battle of Bedriacum. His victorious rival, Vitellius, the teen's next and last owner, intended to use Sporus as a victim in a public entertainment: a fatal "re-enactment" of the Rape of Persephone at a gladiator show, in which Vitellius would star as Hades and Sporus as Persephone. Sporus avoided this public humiliation by committing suicide.
"Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?" is a quotation from Alexander Pope's "Epistle to Dr Arbuthnot" of January 1735.
It alludes to "breaking on the wheel", a form of torture in which victims had their long bones broken by an iron bar while tied to a Catherine wheel.The quotation is used to suggest someone is "employing superabundant effort in the accomplishment of a small matter" (compare "shooting a fly/mosquito with an elephant gun" in modern English).
The line appears in a section criticizing the courtier John Hervey, 2nd Baron Hervey, who was close to Queen Caroline and was one of Pope's bitterest enemies. The section also refers to accusations of sodomy against Hervey. They were originally made in William Pulteney, 1st Earl of Bath's Proper reply to a late scurrilous libel of 1731, which had led to Hervey challenging Pulteney to a duel. Hervey's decade-long clandestine affair with Stephen Fox would eventually contribute to his downfall. Despite Pope's claims, Hervey should not be considered strictly gay, as he was known to be bisexual.
The line "Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?" forms line 308 of the "Epistle to Dr Arbuthnot" in which Alexander Pope responded to his physician's word of caution about making satirical attacks on powerful people by sending him a selection of such attacks. It appears in a section on the courtier John Hervey, 2nd Baron Hervey, who was close to Queen Caroline and was one of Pope's bitterest enemies. The section opens as follows:
Let Sporus tremble –"What? that thing of silk,
Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk?
Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings,
This painted child of dirt that stinks and stings;
Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys,
Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys,
"Sporus", a male slave favoured by Emperor Nero, was castrated by the emperor, and subsequently married. Pope here refers to accusations made in Pulteney's Proper reply to a late scurrilous libel of 1731 which led to Hervey challenging Pulteney to a duel. Hervey's decade-long clandestine affair with Stephen Fox would eventually contribute to his downfall.
"What? that thing of silk" uses a metaphor of a silkworm spinning that Pope had already used in The Dunciad to refer to bad poets. "Ass's (donkey's) milk" was at that time a common tonic, and was part of a diet adopted by Hervey. Pale skin was preferred by the upper class in preindustrial societies, since most commoners (farmers, fishermen, etc.) worked outdoors and were sunburned."This painted child" comments on make-up such as rouge used by the handsome Hervey, and by Sporus himself.
domingo, 28 de diciembre de 2025
A PRIVILEGED CHRISTMAS - THE MIDNIGHT ARCHIVE
Excerpts from the Little Matchgirl retelling by The Midnight Archive - describing the Christmas of the privileged:
The table was covered with white linen that gleamed like fresh fallen snow. Fine china plates edged in gold sat at each place setting with crystal glasses that sparkled in the candlelight. Silver cutlery flanked each plate, knives and forks and spoons of every size, more utensils than... A Christmas tree. It reached nearly to the ceiling, decorated with candles and glass ornaments and strings of gold beads. A family was gathered around it. Parents and children, grandparents, a baby in someone's arms. They were laughing at something the youngest child had said. The mother reached out to adjust an ornament. The father lifted a toddler to see the star at the top. They looked happy. They looked like they had never known a moment of want in their lives. Families were sitting down to their Christmas Eve dinners. The smells reached her even in the empty street. Roasting meat, baking bread, spices and sweetness, and everything rich.
... when the flowers were beginning to bloom in the gardens of the wealthy. These houses were tall and solid, built of good red brick, with large windows that glowed with candlelight. Iron gates guarded small front gardens. Brass knockers gleamed on painted doors. Everything spoke of money, of security, of a world where winter was an inconvenience rather than a death sentence. Through the windows, one could see glimpses of another existence entirely. A parlour with velvet furniture and paintings on the walls. A dining room where a table was set for twelve. Crystal glasses catching the light. A sitting room where a fire blazed in an enormous hearth, its flames dancing, its heat radiating into every corner of the room.
A Christmas tree. It was enormous, taller than any other tree ever seen, taller than the ceilings of any room she had ever entered. Its trunk was thick and strong, its branches spreading wide in every direction, laden with ornaments and treasures beyond counting. Candles flickered among the needles. Hundreds of them, perhaps thousands, each flame steady and bright, each one casting its own small circle of golden light. The effect was dazzling, overwhelming, like looking at a constellation that had descended from heaven and taken root in the earth. Glass balls hung from every bow. Red ones and gold ones and silver ones painted with delicate patterns catching the light and throwing it back in sparks of colour. Some were shaped like pinecones, others like icicles, others like tiny houses with windows that seemed to glow from within. Ribbons wound through the branches. Silk and satin, crimson and emerald and royal blue. Strings of gold beads draped from tear to tear, glittering whenever you moved your head. Carved wooden angels hung at intervals. Their painted faces serene, their gilded wings outstretched. At the very top, a star glittered with what looked like real diamonds.
Beneath the tree, presents were piled in drifts. Boxes wrapped in colored paper. Red and green and silver tied with silk ribbons tagged with names. Dolls with porcelain faces and silk dresses, their painted eyes staring up at the branches above them. Drums painted in bright reds and blues with real drumsticks tied to their sides. Wooden horses with real horsehair manes and tails mounted on rockers or wheels. Picture books with gilded covers and beautiful illustrations inside. Glimpses of castles and dragons and princesses and all the things that existed in stories and nowhere else. Tin soldiers standing at attention in neat rows, their uniforms bright, their rifles at the ready. Music boxes with delicate mechanisms that would play when opened. All the gifts that children in wealthy households would find in the morning. All the joy that would be theirs. While other children unwrap treasures, then... Here in this vision, all the presents seemed to be waiting. Every ribbon, every bow, every carefully wrapped package...
The gentleman who was reaching into his pocket until his adult daughter appeared and led him away, (to take him home with the wife and mother for supper.)sábado, 20 de diciembre de 2025
DRUGGED SUITORS IN 12DP - THE MIDNIGHT ARCHIVE
Passages from The 12 Dancing Princesses, from The Midnight Archive podcast.
Note how it describes the effects of the drug: somnolence, then complete chemical unconsciousness, then amnesia/blackout and a dreamess sleep. The same effects of rauha, which could have been laudanum, datura, or deadly nightshade (datura also causes identical effects: somnolence, then complete chemical unconsciousness and dreamless sleep, then blackouts).
The suitors here suffer from en-bloc blackouts. IE they don't remember anything that happened during their chemical unconsciousness. And they didn't dream during their chemical sleep. En bloc blackouts are classified by the inability to later recall any memories from the intoxication period, even when prompted. These blackouts are characterized also by the ability to easily recall things that have occurred within the last 2 minutes, yet being unable to recall anything prior to this period. As such, a person experiencing an en bloc blackout may not appear to be doing so, as they can carry on conversations or even manage to accomplish difficult feats. It is difficult to determine the end of this type of blackout as sleep typically occurs before they end, although it is possible for an en bloc blackout to end if the affected person has stopped drinking in the meantime.
In a study of university students in the US, 51% of the students reported that they had had at least one blackout. Blackouts were reported during activities such as spending money (27%), sexual conduct (24%), fighting (16%), vandalism (16%), unprotected intercourse (6%), and driving a car (3%). So a significant number of students were engaged in a range of possibly hazardous activities during blackouts.
(The first suitor)
SNOW QUEEN - THE MIDNIGHT ARCHIVES
Our favourite Christmas fairytale by Andersen as a NOVEL-LENGTH, TWO-HOUR podcast. Tells the story with many details, but shortening the Prince and Princess subplot in Story the Fourth to a few sentences - I tell it in the comments:
MY COMMENTS:
You could have done the Princess subplot in all details - how she reads all newspapers in the world, but is bored and lonely, and issues an engagement challenge in search of a kindred spirit, how on the first and second day the suitors are all struck with Stendhal syndrome in the throne room, how on the third day the Prince, Kai's equal but somewhat older, salutes the guards and nods at the servants, and is unfazed by all that splendour, in spite of his Wellington boots squaking loudly - and he is not only young and clever, but also afraid of boredom and looking for someone. The icing on the cake is when he addresses her as a friend, full of confidence: "He was dashing and charming, and had not come to woo the princess but to hear her wisdom, and he liked it, he liked her, and she liked him in return." This is my favourite part of the fairytale, and because I identify with the prince and princess, my favourite characters - young and intelligent, multilingual, but bored and lonely, always in need of company. And also, when Gerda and Kai are returning home, the Robber Maiden tells them that the prince and princess "are travelling through foreign lands," surely on honeymoon! Why didn''t you tell that whole story??
I also say that there are longer Andersen stories than The Snow Queen, and that the Snow Queen's palace is in the Finmark (Norwegian Arctic), not in Finland where there is a warmer climate:
Love that you said "Finmark" in the original while most translations have "Finland" - the Finmark is the Norwegian Arctic, a place with an Arctic climate and permafrost, where the Snow Queen's Palace is most likely to be located; Finland has a warmer climate.
And the Snow Queen is not Andersen's longest story. Check out "the Galoshes of Fortune," about a pair of Wellington boots that grant wishes at a price, and "the Swamp King's Daughter," about a half-human girl who is an evil human by day and a kind frog by night (somewhat like Fiona in Shrek) during the times of the Vikings. Those stories are even far longer, and they deal with equally interesting themes!
sábado, 14 de enero de 2023
FEMALE LITERACY IN ANDERSEN'S THE RED SHOES
In the Andersen tale "The Red Shoes," (De røde sko) orphan protagonist Karen does not know how to read until her wealthy female guardian has her taught how to, opening up avenues of opportunity for a young Victorian nouvelle riche female that, sadly, the author closes abruptly for her. Even when she gets to work in a vicarage at the end of the tale, she never uses her position to teach the underprivileged to read...
Now how does Maria Tatar translate this detail of the tale and what does she have to say about it in the annotated edition?
Sadly there are no annotations by Tatar about Karen's literacy, though that of the highborn and high-ranking Clever Princess in the Fourth Story of The Snow Queen she has not given short shrift to (and annotated as a reference to a satirical barb on newspapers, I quote verbatim, at an early Victorian time when the press was the one and only mass medium!). Here is, though, how Tatar translates Karen's literacy:
"She had to learn to read ...,"
A very short six-letter half-sentence, but still one that counts as a reference to female literacy and to saving a female orphan child from the gutter.
Sur La Lune has H.B. Paull's Victorian version:
"... she was taught to read ..."
but sadly no annotations at all for "The Red Shoes" either. The annotations page for the tale only has:
Nothing!
The Myths and Legends podcast also mentions that magic four-letter verb (READ) as part of Karen's education with her posh old female guardian:
"Karen was taken into the house, and taught to read ...,"
While the Tales podcast by Parcast Media has:
"She had ..., tutors who taught her how to read ...,"
In Spanish:
"Tenía ..., tutores (sic) que le enseñaban a leer ...,"
In The Midnight Archive:
"She was taught to read, to write, ... to behave like a proper young woman."
Andersen seems to be as ambivalent towards intelectuallism in "The Red Shoes" as he is in The Snow Queen. The Prince and Princess are as out of touch with reality as they are "gode" (a word variously translated as ("good" or "kind"); their ostentatious carriage drawing the attention of the robbers, who massacre all the redshirt servants and claim the bounty of pastries. Likewise, Karen is taught how to read, learning to read from tutors, but never puts this knowledge to good use (in my oral secularized adaptations, at least, I vindicate this literacy --Andersen, EAT YOUR HEART OUT!-- and have her teach how to read to the children at the orphanage --yes, the vicarage became an orphanage in my version-- where her journey started...).
PS. Andersen's source text for Karen's literacy has:
"... hun måtte lære at læse ..."
"At læse" means "to read." Compare this description of the Clever Princess in the Fourth Story of The Snow Queen:
"... hun har også læst alle aviser, der er til i verden, ..."