| Quote #7
The courtyard looked no longer like a museum; it looked more like a zoo. Creatures were running after Aslan and dancing round him till he was almost hidden in the crowd. Instead of all that deadly white the courtyard was now a blaze of colours; glossy chestnut sides of centaurs, indigo horns of unicorns, dazzling plumage of birds, reddy-brown of foxes, dogs, and satyrs, yellow stockings and crimson hoods of dwarfs; and the birch-girls in silver, and the beech-girls in fresh, transparent green, and the larch-girls in green so bright that it was almost yellow. And instead of the deadly silence the whole place rang with the sound of happy roarings, brayings, yelpings, barkings, squealings, cooings, neighings, stampings, shouts, hurrahs, song and laughter. (16.6)
As Aslan revives the people and creatures who have been turned to stone, the narrator contrasts the unnatural stillness and silence of the man-made (in this case Witch-made!) museum with the jolly movement and laughter of living people in nature.
| Quote #8
And through the Eastern door, which was wide open came the voices of the mermen and the mermaids swimming close to the castle steps and singing in honour of their new Kings and Queens. (17.18)
One of the things that makes Cair Paravel so like paradise is the integration of civilization with nature. The mer-people can come right up to the steps of the palace, and there is a sense that inside and outside converge.