'He is lean and stong with flowing locks, just a little hair around his snout an dirt under his nails, but otherwise a handsome and majestic youth, worthy of her and of her magical disenchantment. She sleeps still, eyes closed, and yet she sees him as he bends towars her, brushing her breast with one paw--hand, rather.....'
I love how this excerpt portrays the prince as animal-like, and not so much like a human. Its funny that Rose expects this epiphany or right-of passage to come through intercourse with "this prince" even though he seems kind if gross with his dirty fingernails and scruffy snout. I think this represent our ideas of reality versus what we want to see. What we want may seem like one thing, but it turns out to be completely different that what we expected. Sometimes we naively go for what is right infront of us, we'll see the flaws (dirty fingernails) but yet we still pursue it. Like Rose, we need to wake up and see reality, instead of taking what is blaring us in the face, we have to search independently for our own prince or goal elsewhere.
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