“selfish, sensual, socially useless"
- ivan turgenev

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Anonymous:  So, random question, I'm not sure what you'll think of it. The Lannister motto is "Hear Me Roar". However, they are, as is sort of the point, a close familial unit. I don't know how important the house words are, but would you say "Hear Us Roar" (a la Baratheon "Ours is the Fury") would also be fitting?

But all the Lannisters self-conceptualize as individuals, and the three participants of the Lannister triptych are unable to function as a familial unit because even though they all individually define themselves as Lannisters first and foremost, they pursue their ultimate ends competitively rather than cooperatively—Tywin Lannister brought them up to rival each other rather than work with each other. If they could function as a family, they would own the world without question or competition, but they can’t, and therefore they’re a tragedy (a compendium of individual tragedies that make up a coherent single tragic familial downfall) and the books are able to have a plot. They are proud above all, and pride is an intrinsically individualistic vice.

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“If, if, if” He had pulled her into his lap. “If he wakes we’ll say he was dreaming, we’ll call him a liar, and should worse come I’ll kill Ned Stark.”
“And then what do you imagine Robert will do?”
“Let Robert do as he pleases. I’ll go to war with him if I must. The War for Cersei’s Cunt, the singers will call it”
“Jaime, let go of me!” she raged, struggling to rise.
Instead he kissed her. For a moment she resisted, but then her mouth opened under his. He remembered the taste of wine and cloves on her tongue. She gave a shudder. His hand went to her bodice and yanked, tearing the silk so her breasts spilled free, and for a time the Stark boy had been forgotten.

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