Looking för en kort historia om en medeltida stad där önskemål beviljades oavsiktligt

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En vän pekade mig bara här när jag frågade detta på Facebook. Jag har inte haft någon tur där, så förhoppningsvis kan ett mer engagerat forum hjälpa till att spåra det. :)

This has been bugging me for about 20 years now. I remember in 8th grade, one time the teacher handed out scrap paper and the back of my sheet had the first page of a short story on it that I still remember. The basic premise was that there was some nebulous, potentially malevolent force living under/near a medieval or fantasy type village that would make wishes come true whether the wisher wanted it to be true or not. To the point, the first paragraph mentioned that nobody there wished anyone else "good morning", but rather just said "morning" in passing, because wishing someone a good morning would make it good at the expense of someone else.

I don't know if there was then payment expected to the force, or it if exacted payment, or if the double-edged fulfillment of the wish was enough of a cost. It sort of read like a "Lottery" type vibe... dystopian, social costs, etc.

So... anyone have any ideas? I don't even know how I'd try to look it up. To this day I usually say "morning" in passing instead of "good morning" to strangers, and it always reminds me of this story. I'd love to at least read the whole thing and know what it was about.

    
uppsättning Nathan 20.06.2014 02:08

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Enligt min kommentar ovan kan Namnsordning av Ursula Le Guin matcha.

Till den punkten nämnde första stycket att ingen där önskade någon annan "god morgon", utan snarare sa "morgon" i förbigående, för att önska någon god morgon skulle göra det bra på bekostnad av någon annat.

"Morning, Mr. Underhill," said the villagers as he passed them in the narrow street between houses with conical, overhanging roofs like the fat red caps of toadstools. "Morning, morning!" he replied to each. (It was of course bad luck to wish anyone a good morning; a simple statement of the time of day was quite enough, in a place so permeated with Influences as Sattins Island, where a careless adjective might change the weather for a week.) All of them spoke to him, some with affection, some with affectionate disdain. He was all the little island had in the way of a wizard, and so deserved respect-but how could you respect a little fat man of fifty who waddled along with his toes turned in, breathing

Det handlar inte om att det finns en önskande instans, det är bara den magiska som är så utbredd i staden att den är skyldig att agera på ordens uttryck. Det är en del av hennes Earthsea-serie.

    
svaret ges 20.06.2014 13:35