One of my favorite parts about ASOUE is how morally dubious it becomes towards the end. The Baudelaires end up really questioning their own morality and their own standing in the fight between “good” and “evil.” And then in the fake trial in The Penultimate Peril, when asked if they were innocent or guilty, they said comparatively innocent. This is such a sophisticated concept for the target audience and now that I’m older I appreciate it so much more.
Y habríamos sido muy felices, nos habríamos alquilado un apartamento, cerca de un parque y con algún super cerca… y nos habríamos pillado un perro, un perro gigante que lo llenaría todo de babas y de pelo. Pero una noche me di cuenta que eso no iba a ocurrir nunca, de que en cualquier muy momento ella se iba a empezar a alejar como un globito en el cielo, pero decidí que mientras llegaba ese día iba a seguir ahí, sujetándola y disfrutando hasta el último minuto.
You’re on the verge of sleep, just moments away from slipping into the euphoric slumber you’ve been craving since you woke up this morning, when your phone rings. Just like that, the tendrils of unconsciousness release their hold on your mind and disappear without any farewells or second glances. You groan angrily, both at yourself for not putting your phone on silent and at the person who’s chosen to call you this late at night. You want to ignore the call out of spite, but there’s no reason to. Sleep has evaded you and you’re officially wide-awake, again.
“Yes?” You say into the phone, having accepted the call without bothering to check the caller ID. You’re hoping that, if you keep your eyes closed, you’ll be able to trick your body into getting back to sleep.
“Did I wake you up?”
You don’t have to pull your phone away from your ear to identify the caller. You heard this voice only a couple of hours ago. But at that time, it wasn’t swimming in remorse like it is now. “Bucky?”