Originally written by Jeanne-Marie LePrince de Beaumont in 1740. The French title was "La Belle et la Bête"

Once upon a time, in a very far-off country, there lived a merchant who had been so fortunate in all his undertakings that he was enormously rich. As he had, however, six sons and six daughters, he found that his money was not too much to let them all have everything they fancied, as they were accustomed to do.

But one day a most unexpected misfortune befell them. Their house caught fire and was speedily burnt to the ground, with all the splendid furniture, the books, pictures, gold, silver, and precious goods it contained; and this was only the beginning of their troubles. Their father, who had until this moment prospered in all ways, suddenly lost every ship he had upon the sea, either by dint of pirates, shipwreck, or fire. Then he heard that his clerks in distant countries, whom he trusted entirely, had proved unfaithful; and at last from great wealth he fell into the direst poverty.

All that he had left was a little house in a desolate place at least a hundred leagues from the town in which he had lived, and to this he was forced to retreat with his children, who were in despair at the idea of leading such a different life. Indeed, the daughters at first hoped that their friends, who had been so numerous while they were rich, would insist on their staying in their houses now they no longer possessed one. But they soon found that they were left alone, and that their former friends even attributed their misfortunes to their own extravagance, and showed no intention of offering them any help. So nothing was left for them but to take their departure to the cottage, which stood in the midst of a dark forest, and seemed to be the most dismal place upon the face of the earth.

As they were too poor to have any servants, the girls had to work hard, like peasants, and the sons, for their part, cultivated the fields to earn their living. Roughly clothed, and living in the simplest way, the girls regretted unceasingly the luxuries and amusements of their former life; only the youngest tried to be brave and cheerful. She had been as sad as anyone when misfortune overtook her father, but, soon recovering her natural gaiety, she set to work to make the best of things, to amuse her father and brothers as well as she could, and to try to persuade her sisters to join her in dancing and singing. But they would do nothing of the sort, and, because she was not as doleful as themselves, they declared that this miserable life was all she was fit for. But she was really far prettier and cleverer than they were; indeed, she was so lovely that she was always called Beauty.

After two years, when they were all beginning to get used to their new life, something happened to disturb their tranquillity. Their father received the news that one of his ships, which he had believed to be lost, had come safely into port with a rich cargo. All the sons and daughters at once thought that their poverty was at an end, and wanted to set out directly for the town; but their father, who was more prudent, begged them to wait a little, and, though it was harvest time, and he could ill be spared, determined to go himself first, to make inquiries. Only the youngest daughter had any doubt but that they would soon again be as rich as they were before, or at least rich enough to live comfortably in some town where they would find amusement and gay companions once more. So they all loaded their father with commissions for jewels and dresses which it would have taken a fortune to buy; only Beauty, feeling sure that it was of no use, did not ask for anything. Her father, noticing her silence, said: "And what shall I bring for you, Beauty?"

"The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely," she answered.

But this only vexed her sisters, who fancied she was blaming them for having asked for such costly things. Her father, however, was pleased, but as he thought that at her age she certainly ought to like pretty presents, he told her to choose something.

"Well, dear father," she said, "as you insist upon it, I beg that you will bring me a rose. I have not seen one since we came here, and I love them so much."

So the merchant set out and reached the town as quickly as possible, but only to find that his former companions, believing him to be dead, had divided between them the goods which the ship had brought; and after six months of trouble and expense he found himself as poor as when he started, having been able to recover only just enough to pay the cost of his journey. To make matters worse, he was obliged to leave the town in the most terrible weather, so that by the time he was within a few leagues of his home he was almost exhausted with cold and fatigue. Though he knew it would take some hours to get through the forest, he was so anxious to be at his journey's end that he resolved to go on; but night overtook him, and the deep snow and bitter frost made it impossible for his horse to carry him any further. Not a house was to be seen; the only shelter he could get was the hollow trunk of a great tree, and there he crouched all the night which seemed to him the longest he had ever known. In spite of his weariness the howling of the wolves kept him awake, and even when at last the day broke he was not much better off, for the falling snow had covered up every path, and he did not know which way to turn.

At length he made out some sort of track, and though at the beginning it was so rough and slippery that he fell down more than once, it presently became easier, and led him into an avenue of trees which ended in a splendid castle. It seemed to the merchant very strange that no snow had fallen in the avenue, which was entirely composed of orange trees, covered with flowers and fruit. When he reached the first court of the castle he saw before him a flight of agate steps, and went up them, and passed through several splendidly furnished rooms. The pleasant warmth of the air revived him, and he felt very hungry; but there seemed to be nobody in all this vast and splendid palace whom he could ask to give him something to eat. Deep silence reigned everywhere, and at last, tired of roaming through empty rooms and galleries, he stopped in a room smaller than the rest, where a clear fire was burning and a couch was drawn up closely to it. Thinking that this must be prepared for someone who was expected, he sat down to wait till he should come, and very soon fell into a sweet sleep.

When his extreme hunger wakened him after several hours, he was still alone; but a little table, upon which was a good dinner, had been drawn up close to him, and, as he had eaten nothing for twenty-four hours, he lost no time in beginning his meal, hoping that he might soon have an opportunity of thanking his considerate entertainer, whoever it might be. But no one appeared, and even after another long sleep, from which he awoke completely refreshed, there was no sign of anybody, though a fresh meal of dainty cakes and fruit was prepared upon the little table at his elbow. Being naturally timid, the silence began to terrify him, and he resolved to search once more through all the rooms; but it was of no use. Not even a servant was to be seen; there was no sign of life in the palace! He began to wonder what he should do, and to amuse himself by pretending that all the treasures he saw were his own, and considering how he would divide them among his children. Then he went down into the garden, and though it was winter everywhere else, here the sun shone, and the birds sang, and the flowers bloomed, and the air was soft and sweet. The merchant, in ecstacies with all he saw and heard, said to himself:

"All this must be meant for me. I will go this minute and bring my children to share all these delights."

In spite of being so cold and weary when he reached the castle, he had taken his horse to the stable and fed it. Now he thought he would saddle it for his homeward journey, and he turned down the path which led to the stable. This path had a hedge of roses on each side of it, and the merchant thought he had never seen or smelt such exquisite flowers. They reminded him of his promise to Beauty, and he stopped and had just gathered one to take to her when he was startled by a strange noise behind him. Turning round, he saw a frightful Beast, which seemed to be very angry and said, in a terrible voice:

"Who told you that you might gather my roses? Was it not enough that I allowed you to be in my palace and was kind to you? This is the way you show your gratitude, by stealing my flowers! But your insolence shall not go unpunished." The merchant, terrified by these furious words, dropped the fatal rose, and, throwing himself on his knees, cried: "Pardon me, noble sir. I am truly grateful to you for your hospitality, which was so magnificent that I could not imagine that you would be offended by my taking such a little thing as a rose." But the Beast's anger was not lessened by this speech.

"You are very ready with excuses and flattery," he cried; "but that will not save you from the death you deserve."

"Alas!" thought the merchant, "if my daughter could only know what danger her rose has brought me into!"

And in despair he began to tell the Beast all his misfortunes, and the reason of his journey, not forgetting to mention Beauty's request.

"A king's ransom would hardly have procured all that my other daughters asked." he said: "but I thought that I might at least take Beauty her rose. I beg you to forgive me, for you see I meant no harm."

The Beast considered for a moment, and then he said, in a less furious tone:

"I will forgive you on one condition -- that is, that you will give me one of your daughters."

"Ah!" cried the merchant, "if I were cruel enough to buy my own life at the expense of one of my children's, what excuse could I invent to bring her here?"

"No excuse would be necessary," answered the Beast. "If she comes at all she must come willingly. On no other condition will I have her. See if any one of them is courageous enough, and loves you well enough to come and save your life. You seem to be an honest man, so I will trust you to go home. I give you a month to see if either of your daughters will come back with you and stay here, to let you go free. If neither of them is willing, you must come alone, after bidding them good-by for ever, for then you will belong to me. And do not imagine that you can hide from me, for if you fail to keep your word I will come and fetch you!" added the Beast grimly.

The merchant accepted this proposal, though he did not really think any of his daughters could be persuaded to come. He promised to return at the time appointed, and then, anxious to escape from the presence of the Beast, he asked permission to set off at once. But the Beast answered that he could not go until next day.

"Then you will find a horse ready for you," he said. "Now go and eat your supper, and await my orders."

The poor merchant, more dead than alive, went back to his room, where the most delicious supper was already served on the little table which was drawn up before a blazing fire. But he was too terrified to eat, and only tasted a few of the dishes, for fear the Beast should be angry if he did not obey his orders. When he had finished he heard a great noise in the next room, which he knew meant that the Beast was coming. As he could do nothing to escape his visit, the only thing that remained was to seem as little afraid as possible; so when the Beast appeared and asked roughly if he had supped well, the merchant answered humbly that he had, thanks to his host's kindness. Then the Beast warned him to remember their agreement, and to prepare his daughter exactly for what she had to expect.

"Do not get up to-morrow," he added, "until you see the sun and hear a golden bell ring. Then you will find your breakfast waiting for you here, and the horse you are to ride will be ready in the courtyard. He will also bring you back again when you come with your daughter a month hence. Farewell. Take a rose to Beauty, and remember your promise!"

The merchant was only too glad when the Beast went away, and though he could not sleep for sadness, he lay down until the sun rose. Then, after a hasty breakfast, he went to gather Beauty's rose, and mounted his horse, which carried him off so swiftly that in an instant he had lost sight of the palace, and he was still wrapped in gloomy thoughts when it stopped before the door of the cottage. His sons and daughters, who had been very uneasy at his long absence, rushed to meet him, eager to know the result of his journey, which, seeing him mounted upon a splendid horse and wrapped in a rich mantle, they supposed to be favorable. He hid the truth from them at first, only saying sadly to Beauty as he gave her the rose:

"Here is what you asked me to bring you; you little know what it has cost."

But this excited their curiosity so greatly that presently he told them his adventures from beginning to end, and then they were all very unhappy. The girls lamented loudly over their lost hopes, and the sons declared that their father should not return to this terrible castle, and began to make plans for killing the Beast if it should come to fetch him. But he reminded them that he had promised to go back. Then the girls were very angry with Beauty, and said it was all her fault, and that if she had asked for something sensible this would never have happened, and complained bitterly that they should have to suffer for her folly.

Poor Beauty, much distressed, said to them:

"I have, indeed, caused this misfortune, but I assure you I did it innocently. Who could have guessed that to ask for a rose in the middle of summer would cause so much misery? But as I did the mischief it is only just that I should suffer for it. I will therefore go back with my father to keep his promise."

At first nobody would hear of this arrangement, and her father and brothers, who loved her dearly, declared that nothing should make them let her go; but Beauty was firm. As the time drew near she divided all her little possessions between her sisters, and said good-by to everything she loved, and when the fatal day came she encouraged and cheered her father as they mounted together the horse which had brought him back. It seemed to fly rather than gallop, but so smoothly that Beauty was not frightened; indeed, she would have enjoyed the journey if she had not feared what might happen to her at the end of it. Her father still tried to persuade her to go back, but in vain. While they were talking the night fell, and then, to their great surprise, wonderful colored lights began to shine in all directions, and splendid fireworks blazed out before them; all the forest was illuminated by them, and even felt pleasantly warm, though it had been bitterly cold before. This lasted until they reached the avenue of orange trees, where were statues holding flaming torches, and when they got nearer to the palace they saw that it was illuminated from the roof to the ground, and music sounded softly from the courtyard.

"The Beast must be very hungry," said Beauty, trying to laugh, "if he makes all this rejoicing over the arrival of his prey." But, in spite of her anxiety, she could not help admiring all the wonderful things she saw.

The horse stopped at the foot of the flight of steps leading to the terrace, and when they had dismounted her father led her to the little room he had been in before, where they found a splendid fire burning, and the table daintily spread with a delicious supper.

The merchant knew that this was meant for them, and Beauty, who was rather less frightened now that she had passed through so many rooms and seen nothing of the Beast, was quite willing to begin, for her long ride had made her very hungry. But they had hardly finished their meal when the noise of the Beast's footsteps was heard approaching, and Beauty clung to her father in terror, which became all the greater when she saw how frightened he was. But when the Beast really appeared, though she trembled at the sight of him, she made a great effort to hide her terror, and saluted him respectfully.

This evidently pleased the Beast. After looking at her he said, in a tone that might have struck terror into the boldest heart, though he did not seem to be angry:

"Good-evening, old man. Good-evening, Beauty."

The merchant was too terrified to reply, but Beauty answered sweetly: "Good-evening, Beast."

"Have you come willingly?" asked the Beast. "Will you be content to stay here when your father goes away?"

Beauty answered bravely that she was quite prepared to stay.

"I am pleased with you," said the Beast. "As you have come of your own accord, you may stay. As for you, old man," he added, turning to the merchant, "at sunrise tomorrow you will take your departure. When the bell rings get up quickly and eat your breakfast, and you will find the same horse waiting to take you home; but remember that you must never expect to see my palace again."

Then turning to Beauty, he said: "Take your father into the next room, and help him to choose everything you think your brothers and sisters would like to have. You will find two traveling-trunks there; fill them as full as you can. It is only just that you should send them something very precious as a remembrance of yourself."

Then he went away, after saying, "Good-by, Beauty; good-by, old man"; and though Beauty was beginning to think with great dismay of her father's departure, she was afraid to disobey the Beast's orders; and they went into the next room, which had shelves and cupboards all round it. They were greatly surprised at the riches it contained. There were splendid dresses fit for a queen, with all the ornaments that were to be worn with them; and when Beauty opened the cupboards she was quite dazzled by the gorgeous jewels that lay in heaps upon every shelf. After choosing a vast quantity, which she divided between her sisters -- for she had made a heap of the wonderful dresses for each of them -- she opened the last chest, which was full of gold.

"I think, father," she said, "that, as the gold will be more useful to you, we had better take out the other things again, and fill the trunks with it." So they did this; but the more they put in the more room there seemed to be, and at last they put back all the jewels and dresses they had taken out, and Beauty even added as many more of the jewels as she could carry at once; and then the trunks were not too full, but they were so heavy that an elephant could not have carried them!

"The Beast was mocking us," cried the merchant; "he must have pretended to give us all these things, knowing that I could not carry them away."

"Let us wait and see," answered Beauty. "I cannot believe that he meant to deceive us. All we can do is to fasten them up and leave them ready."

So they did this and returned to the little room, where, to their astonishment, they found breakfast ready. The merchant ate his with a good appetite, as the Beast's generosity made him believe that he might perhaps venture to come back soon and see Beauty. But she felt sure that her father was leaving her for ever, so she was very sad when the bell rang sharply for the second time, and warned them that the time had come for them to part. They went down into the courtyard, where two horses were waiting, one loaded with the two trunks, the other for him to ride. They were pawing the ground in their impatience to start, and the merchant was forced to bid Beauty a hasty farewell; and as soon as he was mounted he went off at such a pace that she lost sight of him in an instant.

Then Beauty began to cry, and wandered sadly back to her own room. But she soon found that she was very sleepy, and as she had nothing better to do she lay down and instantly fell asleep. And then she dreamed that she was walking by a brook bordered with trees, and lamenting her sad fate, when a young prince, handsomer than anyone she had ever seen, and with a voice that went straight to her heart, came and said to her, "Ah, Beauty! you are not so unfortunate as you suppose. Here you will be rewarded for all you have suffered elsewhere. Your every wish shall be gratified. Only try to find me out, no matter how I may be disguised, as I love you dearly, and in making me happy you will find your own happiness. Be as true-hearted as you are beautiful, and we shall have nothing left to wish for."

"What can I do, Prince, to make you happy?" said Beauty.

"Only be grateful," he answered, "and do not trust too much to your eyes. And, above all, do not desert me until you have saved me from my cruel misery."

After this she thought she found herself in a room with a stately and beautiful lady, who said to her:

"Dear Beauty, try not to regret all you have left behind you, for you are destined to a better fate. Only do not let yourself be deceived by appearances."

Beauty found her dreams so interesting that she was in no hurry to awake, but presently the clock roused her by calling her name softly twelve times, and then she got up and found her dressing-table set out with everything she could possibly want; and when her toilet was finished she found dinner was waiting in the room next to hers. But dinner does not take very long when you are all by yourself, and very soon she sat down cosily in the corner of a sofa, and began to think about the charming Prince she had seen in her dream.

"He said I could make him happy," said Beauty to herself.

"It seems, then, that this horrible Beast keeps him a prisoner. How can I set him free? I wonder why they both told me not to trust to appearances? I don't understand it. But, after all, it was only a dream, so why should I trouble myself about it? I had better go and find something to do to amuse myself."

So she got up and began to explore some of the many rooms of the palace.

The first she entered was lined with mirrors, and Beauty saw herself reflected on every side, and thought she had never seen such a charming room. Then a bracelet which was hanging from a chandelier caught her eye, and on taking it down she was greatly surprised to find that it held a portrait of her unknown admirer, just as she had seen him in her dream. With great delight she slipped the bracelet on her arm, and went on into a gallery of pictures, where she soon found a portrait of the same handsome Prince, as large as life, and so well painted that as she studied it he seemed to smile kindly at her. Tearing herself away from the portrait at last, she passed through into a room which contained every musical instrument under the sun, and here she amused herself for a long while in trying some of them, and singing until she was tired. The next room was a library, and she saw everything she had ever wanted to read, as well as everything she had read, and it seemed to her that a whole lifetime would not be enough to even read the names of the books, there were so many. By this time it was growing dusk, and wax candles in diamond and ruby candlesticks were beginning to light themselves in every room.

Beauty found her supper served just at the time she preferred to have it, but she did not see anyone or hear a sound, and, though her father had warned her that she would be alone, she began to find it rather dull.

But presently she heard the Beast coming, and wondered tremblingly if he meant to eat her up now.

However, as he did not seem at all ferocious, and only said gruffly:

"Good-evening, Beauty," she answered cheerfully and managed to conceal her terror. Then the Beast asked her how she had been amusing herself, and she told him all the rooms she had seen.

Then he asked if she thought she could be happy in his palace; and Beauty answered that everything was so beautiful that she would be very hard to please if she could not be happy. And after about an hour's talk Beauty began to think that the Beast was not nearly so terrible as she had supposed at first. Then he got up to leave her, and said in his gruff voice:

"Do you love me, Beauty? Will you marry me?" "Oh! what shall I say?" cried Beauty, for she was afraid to make the Beast angry by refusing.

"Say 'yes' or 'no' without fear," he replied.

"Oh! no, Beast," said Beauty hastily.

"Since you will not, good-night, Beauty," he said.

And she answered, "Good-night, Beast," very glad to find that her refusal had not provoked him. And after he was gone she was very soon in bed and asleep, and dreaming of her unknown Prince. She thought he came and said to her:

"Ah, Beauty! why are you so unkind to me? I fear I am fated to be unhappy for many a long day still."

And then her dreams changed, but the charming Prince figured in them all; and when morning came her first thought was to look at the portrait, and see if it was really like him, and she found that it certainly was.

This morning she decided to amuse herself in the garden, for the sun shone, and all the fountains were playing; but she was astonished to find that every place was familiar to her, and presently she came to the brook where the myrtle trees were growing where she had first met the Prince in her dream, and that made her think more than ever that he must be kept a prisoner by the Beast. When she was tired she went back to the palace, and found a new room full of materials for every kind of work -- ribbons to make into bows, and silks to work into flowers. Then there was an aviary full of rare birds, which were so tame that they flew to Beauty as soon as they saw her, and perched upon her shoulders and her head.

"Pretty little creatures," she said, "how I wish that your cage was nearer to my room, that I might often hear you sing!

So saying she opened a door, and found, to her delight, that it led into her own room, though she had thought it was quite the other side of the palace.

There were more birds in a room farther on, parrots and cockatoos that could talk, and they greeted Beauty by name; indeed, she found them so entertaining that she took one or two back to her room, and they talked to her while she was at supper; after which the Beast paid her his usual visit, and asked her the same questions as before, and then with a gruff "good-night" he took his departure, and Beauty went to bed to dream of her mysterious Prince.

The days passed swiftly in different amusements, and after a while Beauty found out another strange thing in the palace, which often pleased her when she was tired of being alone. There was one room which she had not noticed particularly; it was empty, except that under each of the windows stood a very comfortable chair; and the first time she had looked out of the window it had seemed to her that a black curtain prevented her from seeing anything outside. But the second time she went into the room, happening to be tired, she sat down in one of the chairs, when instantly the curtain was rolled aside, and a most amusing pantomime was acted before her; there were dances, and colored lights, and music, and pretty dresses, and it was all so gay that Beauty was in ecstacies. After that she tried the other seven windows in turn, and there was some new and surprising entertainment to be seen from each of them, so that Beauty never could feel lonely any more. Every evening after supper the Beast came to see her, and always before saying good-night asked her in his terrible voice:

"Beauty, will you marry me?"

And it seemed to Beauty, now she understood him better, that when she said, "No, Beast," he went away quite sad. But her happy dreams of the handsome young Prince soon made her forget the poor Beast, and the only thing that at all disturbed her was to be constantly told to distrust appearances, to let her heart guide her, and not her eyes, and many other equally perplexing things, which, consider as she would, she could not understand.

So everything went on for a long time, until at last, happy as she was, Beauty began to long for the sight of her father and her brothers and sisters; and one night, seeing her look very sad, the Beast asked her what was the matter. Beauty had quite ceased to be afraid of him. Now she knew that he was really gentle in spite of his ferocious looks and his dreadful voice. So she answered that she was longing to see her home once more. Upon hearing this the Beast seemed sadly distressed, and cried miserably.

"Ah! Beauty, have you the heart to desert an unhappy Beast like this? What more do you want to make you happy? Is it because you hate me that you want to escape?"

"No, dear Beast," answered Beauty softly, "I do not hate you, and I should be very sorry never to see you any more, but I long to see my father again. Only let me go for two months, and I promise to come back to you and stay for the rest of my life."

The Beast, who had been sighing dolefully while she spoke, now replied:

"I cannot refuse you anything you ask, even though it should cost me my life. Take the four boxes you will find in the room next to your own, and fill them with everything you wish to take with you. But remember your promise and come back when the two months are over, or you may have cause to repent it, for if you do not come in good time you will find your faithful Beast dead. You will not need any chariot to bring you back. Only say good-by to all your brothers and sisters the night before you come away, and when you have gone to bed turn this ring round upon your finger and say firmly: 'I wish to go back to my palace and see my Beast again.' Good-night, Beauty. Fear nothing, sleep peacefully, and before long you shall see your father once more."

As soon as Beauty was alone she hastened to fill the boxes with all the rare and precious things she saw about her, and only when she was tired of heaping things into them did they seem to be full.

Then she went to bed, but could hardly sleep for joy. And when at last she did begin to dream of her beloved Prince she was grieved to see him stretched upon a grassy bank, sad and weary, and hardly like himself.

"What is the matter?" she cried.

He looked at her reproachfully, and said:

"How can you ask me, cruel one? Are you not leaving me to my death perhaps?"

"Ah! don't be so sorrowful," cried Beauty; "I am only going to assure my father that I am safe and happy. I have promised the Beast faithfully that I will come back, and he would die of grief if I did not keep my word!"

"What would that matter to you?" said the Prince "Surely you would not care?"

"Indeed, I should be ungrateful if I did not care for such a kind Beast," cried Beauty indignantly. "I would die to save him from pain. I assure you it is not his fault that he is so ugly."

Just then a strange sound woke her -- someone was speaking not very far away; and opening her eyes she found herself in a room she had never seen before, which was certainly not nearly so splendid as those she was used to in the Beast's palace. Where could she be? She got up and dressed hastily, and then saw that the boxes she had packed the night before were all in the room.

While she was wondering by what magic the Beast had transported them and herself to this strange place she suddenly heard her father's voice, and rushed out and greeted him joyfully. Her brothers and sisters were all astonished at her appearance, as they had never expected to see her again, and there was no end to the questions they asked her. She had also much to hear about what had happened to them while she was away, and of her father's journey home. But when they heard that she had only come to be with them for a short time, and then must go back to the Beast's palace for ever, they lamented loudly. Then Beauty asked her father what he thought could be the meaning of her strange dreams, and why the Prince constantly begged her not to trust to appearances. After much consideration, he answered: "You tell me yourself that the Beast, frightful as he is, loves you dearly, and deserves your love and gratitude for his gentleness and kindness; I think the Prince must mean you to understand that you ought to reward him by doing as he wishes you to, in spite of his ugliness."

Beauty could not help seeing that this seemed very probable; still, when she thought of her dear Prince who was so handsome, she did not feel at all inclined to marry the Beast. At any rate, for two months she need not decide, but could enjoy herself with her sisters. But though they were rich now, and lived in town again, and had plenty of acquaintances, Beauty found that nothing amused her very much; and she often thought of the palace, where she was so happy, especially as at home she never once dreamed of her dear Prince, and she felt quite sad without him.

Then her sisters seemed to have got quite used to being without her, and even found her rather in the way, so she would not have been sorry when the two months were over but for her father and brothers, who begged her to stay, and seemed so grieved at the thought of her departure that she had not the courage to say good-by to them. Every day when she got up she meant to say it at night, and when night came she put it off again, until at last she had a dismal dream which helped her to make up her mind. She thought she was wandering in a lonely path in the palace gardens, when she heard groans which seemed to come from some bushes hiding the entrance of a cave, and running quickly to see what could be the matter, she found the Beast stretched out upon his side, apparently dying. He reproached her faintly with being the cause of his distress, and at the same moment a stately lady appeared, and said very gravely:

"Ah! Beauty, you are only just in time to save his life. See what happens when people do not keep their promises! If you had delayed one day more, you would have found him dead."

Beauty was so terrified by this dream that the next morning she announced her intention of going back at once, and that very night she said good-by to her father and all her brothers and sisters, and as soon as she was in bed she turned her ring round upon her finger, and said firmly, "I wish to go back to my palace and see my Beast again," as she had been told to do.

Then she fell asleep instantly, and only woke up to hear the clock saying "Beauty, Beauty" twelve times in its musical voice, which told her at once that she was really in the palace once more. Everything was just as before, and her birds were so glad to see her! But Beauty thought she had never known such a long day, for she was so anxious to see the Beast again that she felt as if suppertime would never come.

But when it did come and no Beast appeared she was really frightened; so, after listening and waiting for a long time, she ran down into the garden to search for him. Up and down the paths and avenues ran poor Beauty, calling him in vain, for no one answered, and not a trace of him could she find; until at last, quite tired, she stopped for a minute's rest, and saw that she was standing opposite the shady path she had seen in her dream. She rushed down it, and, sure enough, there was the cave, and in it lay the Beast -- asleep, as Beauty thought. Quite glad to have found him, she ran up and stroked his head, but, to her horror, he did not move or open his eyes.

"Oh! he is dead; and it is all my fault," said Beauty, crying bitterly.

But then, looking at him again, she fancied he still breathed, and, hastily fetching some water from the nearest fountain, she sprinkled it over his face, and, to her great delight, he began to revive.

"Oh! Beast, how you frightened me!" she cried. "I never knew how much I loved you until just now, when I feared I was too late to save your life."

"Can you really love such an ugly creature as I am?" said the Beast faintly. "Ah! Beauty, you only came just in time. I was dying because I thought you had forgotten your promise. But go back now and rest, I shall see you again by and by."

Beauty, who had half expected that he would be angry with her, was reassured by his gentle voice, and went back to the palace, where supper was awaiting her; and afterward the Beast came in as usual, and talked about the time she had spent with her father, asking if she had enjoyed herself, and if they had all been very glad to see her.

Beauty answered politely, and quite enjoyed telling him all that had happened to her. And when at last the time came for him to go, and he asked, as he had so often asked before, "Beauty, will you marry me?"

She answered softly, "Yes, dear Beast." As she spoke a blaze of light sprang up before the windows of the palace; fireworks crackled and guns banged, and across the avenue of orange trees, in letters all made of fire-flies, was written: "Long live the Prince and his Bride."

Turning to ask the Beast what it could all mean, Beauty found that he had disappeared, and in his place stood her long-loved Prince! At the same moment the wheels of a chariot were heard upon the terrace, and two ladies entered the room. One of them Beauty recognized as the stately lady she had seen in her dreams; the other was also so grand and queenly that Beauty hardly knew which to greet first.

But the one she already knew said to her companion:

"Well, Queen, this is Beauty, who has had the courage to rescue your son from the terrible enchantment. They love one another, and only your consent to their marriage is wanting to make them perfectly happy."

"I consent with all my heart," cried the Queen. "How can I ever thank you enough, charming girl, for having restored my dear son to his natural form?"

And then she tenderly embraced Beauty and the Prince, who had meanwhile been greeting the Fairy and receiving her congratulations.

"Now," said the Fairy to Beauty, "I suppose you would like me to send for all your brothers and sisters to dance at your wedding?"

And so she did, and the marriage was celebrated the very next day with the utmost splendor, and Beauty and the Prince lived happily ever after.

The text for this story came from Andrew Lang's Blue Fairy Book.

By Madame de Villeneuve

For a good retelling of the story of Beauty and the Beast check out Beauty by Robin Mckinley

Beauty & The Beast is an Australian lunchtime talk show which could pretty much be summed up as: “Media fatcat gets paid to be as chauvinistic as he can towards a panel of six women”.

Stan Zemanek is “the Beast”, but I really think he is an adorable old pussycat in an expensive suit. He belittles the Beauties and comments on their breasts and has a lot of opinions about ‘druggies’ and ‘left-wing no hopers’ and “all the bleeding hearts out there”, but his arrogance I think is largely for the benefit of the ratings. He’s a darling man who claims to be naïve to the fact that women flirt with him (besides the fact he mentions it at least once a week) and sometimes his incredible generosity and general soft-heartedness accidentally shows through. He is in complete subservience to his wife Marcella. (Who takes his gold card and goes crazy.) Stan always says that 50% of viewers love him and 50% of viewers hate him. What makes the show so popular is that those who hate him still watch.

Basically they take letters from viewers asking for advice with problems or for opinions on recent events. Usually Stan gets off the subject somehow and everything relates back to breasts. When they actually stay on topic, it often results in a fiery debate in which Stan gets the last word because he gets to decide when to go to a break and cut people off mid-sentence. The panel of six women changes daily, but there are a group of regulars. Among these is poor, idealistic and naïve Jan Murray (an aforementioned bleeding heart). Stan, for whatever reason, gets really personal in his attacks towards her and has on occasion made her cry and run offset.

Then there’s the husky voiced Carlotta who is either a transsexual or has had a sex change. Others include Annalise Braakensiek the model, Charlotte Miller, Prue McSween (brash), Johanna Griggs (swimmer), Ita Buttrose and her lithp, Maureen Duval, one time winner of the Miss Australia and is now the Mother Teresa of the beauties; there are lesbians, astrologers and writers.

But my most adored, the one with the most panache and character is by far, Jeannie Little: a tiny, withery elderly woman with a scratchy, whiny voice and an Ab Fab dialect. An absolutely hideous and brainless woman, she comes up with the most eccentric, tangential responses. She disparages people in this really naïve unknowing way, and no one listens to her or gets offended, 'cause it's just Jeannie. She hates fat people and she wears an intense amount of makeup. You couldn’t tell if she was an annoying little man in drag or not. She is colourful and insane, her clothes are completely wacky, big purple rosettes on her tiny chest, abnormally huge gaudy plastic jewellery, horse pins that keep falling off her shoulder, blinding glitter, clown ruffles, earrings that weigh down her head. She says ooOOoo DARling a lot, annoyingly enough. She’s a gem :)




PS. I want to marry Stan.

Disney Animated Features
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Release Date: 15 November 1991

Depending on one's own preferences, any one of several recent Disney Animated Features could be pegged as the pinnacle of Disney's achievements in that realm. Would it be The Little Mermaid, for re-inventing the genre? The Lion King for being so financially successful? The Hunchback of Notre Dame for its stunning artwork? Aladdin for its comedy?

Or Beauty and the Beast, for being the first (of, to date, only three) animated film to be nominated for the Best Picture Academy Award?

Arguments can be made on all sides, and I would argue that it doesn't really matter. All of the movies are high-points, to be sure, but Beauty and the Beast stands out for the critical acclaim it won, like no traditionally animated film has since.

Whatever the case, it was now clear that The Little Mermaid was no fluke. Disney took the winning formula from that film (comedy + romance + music + suspense) and improved upon it in every way they could. The result has something for everyone (a cliche, but true) -- not a children's movie, but a family movie.

The plot is well known, being adapted from a popular old fairy tale. An arrogant young prince is cursed by a witch after he is unkind to her. He is turned into a horrible beast, and his castle and its servants are enchanted. To break the spell, a woman must learn to love him despite his appearance, within 10 years.

As the time approaches, an inventor from the nearby village takes a wrong turn and is captured by the Beast. The man's daughter, Belle, the most beautiful young woman in the town, offers to take her father's place as the Beast's prisoner. Dissatisfied with her "poor provincial town," where she is ridiculed for her love of books, she grows to enjoy her time at the Beast's castle. Eventually she discovers a softer side to the Beast, and she finds herself falling in love. But the narcissistic and jealous Gaston, who wants to marry Belle himself, has other ideas...

As it was for The Little Mermaid, the music was masterfully composed by Alan Menken and lyricized by Howard Ashman. Nearly every song in the film is a treat, from the expository opening number "Belle," to the hilarious barroom sing-a-long "Gaston," to the gigantic production number "Be Our Guest," to the sweetly romantic title song. Ashman and Menken were in top form here, and the music is a large part of the film's success.

"Beauty and the Beast" was recorded as a pop arrangement by Peabo Bryson and Celine Dion; the duet was played over the end credits. This was the start of a tradition for Disney's animated films.

The voice work was typically excellent (a long-standing Disney tradition). Famed stage actress Angela Lansbury provided the voice of Mrs. Potts and sang the title song. Also notable are Robby Benson as the Beast and David Odgen Stiers (in the first of several Disney animated roles) as Cogsworth.

Beauty and the Beast was showered with awards. Of course, there was the Best Picture nomination (it lost out to The Silence of the Lambs). It received Academy Awards for Best Music, Original Score and Best Music, Song ("Beauty and the Beast"), and nominations for Best Music, Song for "Be Our Guest" and "Belle" (that's three, folks! -- only The Lion King has matched that feat), and for Best Sound. The film also garnered Golden Globes for Best Motion Picture - Comedy/Musical; Best Original Score - Motion Picture; and Best Original Song - Motion Picutre ("Beauty and the Beast", with a nomination for "Be Our Guest"). "Beauty and the Beast" and the score won Grammy awards. The film was nominated for a Hugo award (Best Dramatic Presentation, losing to Terminator 2: Judgment Day). Numerous other awards were added to the Disney display case that year.

In 1992, encouraged by the success of the film, Disney decided to branch out into an entirely new entertainment medium. Well not entirely new; one of the trademarks of the Disney theme parks is their ability to put on great stage shows. But Broadway... that's a different story. Disney called up Tim Rice to work with Alan Menken to create several new songs (Howard Ashman had since died), and Beauty and the Beast premiered on Broadway in 1994 to great success and acclaim. Its success allowed Disney to go ahead with a Broadway adaptation of The Lion King and to produce Elton John and Tim Rice's Aida; all three are still running today.

Beauty and the Beast has had one follow-up film, released only on video, called Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas. It's neither a sequel or a prequel, as it takes place in the middle of the movie, as Belle prepares for spending Christmas as a "guest" in the castle. This second film introduces Angelique (Bernadette Peters), Fife (Paul Ruebens), and the evil Forte (Tim Curry) to the cast of enchanted servants.

Disney re-released Beauty and the Beast on 1 January 2002 (surprisingly close to the February release of Return to Never Land) in IMAX format. The re-release included, for the first time, the "Human Again" scene. This was a song written for the film by Ashman and Menken, but eventually cut, wherein the enchanted servants dream about becoming human again. It re-appeared in the Broadway musical version and now has been restored to the film. The film is planned for release in Disney Digital 3-D in 2011, to coincide with its 20th anniversary.

All in all, this film is clearly one of the best ever created by Disney. Its nomination for Best Picture is notable enough (it probably would have won the previous year, when Dances With Wolves took home the statuette), but even without that, it stands as a benchmark by which all subsequent features would be judged. Many have risen to that challenge, but in no way does that diminish the remarkable achievements of this film.

Next up for Disney: letting Robin Williams run wild...

Information for the Disney Animated Features series of nodes comes from the IMDb (www.imdb.com), Frank's Disney Page (http://www.fpx.de/fp/Disney/), and the dark recesses of my own memory.


12 January 2002: Updated paragraph on re-release.
2 February 2010: Updated paragraph on re-release, include info on 2011 3-D release, adjust wording based on Up's Best Picture nomination.
25 January 2011: Adjusted wording based on Toy Story 3's Best Picture nomination.
I hope that you'll forgive this young astrophysics student with a vehement dislike of gaudy post-modern literary criticism the present analysis of so long loved a story as Beauty and the Beast. My reason for this, aside from a passing trip along the nodes and a perchance reading of the story given above by SophiesCat, is that I see in it a great deal of depth as a document pertaining to women in European Traditional society and indeed women in any society. The story of a young girl who, for the purpose of saving her father from death at the hands of a Beast, willingly allows herself to be sent away from home. In another context, one less romanticized, the situation becomes more familiar to people who've read a bit of history.

The girl is sent to live with a Beast; an ugly, brutish mis-shapen creature. Her age is not given, but let us replace it with one that would be typical of such a precocious child; let's say that she is 15 or perhaps 14. Young enough to lose wealth gracefully but old enough to see the writing on the wall when it comes to getting it back. It is her father's bad luck to find in the forest the estate of an enchanted prince, of indeterminant age, and thus is forced to ask that one of his daughters go to sate the Beast's desire for a young maiden, whatever that may be. Let us also replace the Beast with something more familiar. A man. Of wealth and influence who, at leisure might demand the daughter of man of lower social stature; a nobleman. And perhaps I shall also define his age, let it be 38. This sort of arrangement was not uncommon in the 18th century and the centuries before. France and the rest of Europe had lived in a tri-class structure for the better part of two Millenia and indeed most societies gravitate to this sort of tiered structure the moment they stop following herds and start planting seeds.

The story speaks to the initial fright of Beauty and her family. That her father asks that one of his daughters go willingly and indeed that she does. And for her initial sacrifice, her family is rewarded, sent a dowry of incomprehensible size, in bags of holding no less. Over the course of some time the Beast opens his heart to Beauty and she eventually realizes that he isn't such a bad fellow after all. She asks that she might return home to her family whom she misses and on going finds herself bored of them. Back in town, rich on that dowry and once more exercising themselves socially, her sisters hang about with acquaintences and find her troublesome. Her father and brothers wish her to stay, but she quite willfully goes back on her own.

On returning and finding the Beast nearly dead, she realizes that she does indeed love the Beast. And thus does he become a prince, handsome and fine. It is harder to familiarize this, but to put it abstractly her love of this old, gruff man transforms him. Her acceptance of him leads to him becoming something that does not frighten on sight.

It is interesting to consider the story in a broader social context. There is more to it than the telling, but the storyteller. Throughout the story it is Beauty's actions that have had the most impact on the narrative and so give a greater agency to her character. The story was meant to be told by mothers to their children specifically their daughters. The narrative gives agency to the young heroine and so relates her to the audience, in marketing-speak it targets its demographic by setting them as the protagonist. The intention of the story was to prepare a young girl for the odd case that some man of greater riches than her father should see fit to wed her. And from her hearth and home take her. Her family would consent to this, with the understanding that she would be well treated and more importantly that they would find themselves financially well to do.

Beauty has been sold, for the price of an easy living for her father and siblings and quite importantly she has done so willingly. Because she is a clever and brave child she does not flinch under her new master. She learns to respect him and enjoy his company. She sympathizes with his ugliness and eventually learns to love him. So too was the hope of many parents at sending their young daughters off and it surely helped them sleep at night thinking that it was just as in this story. I do not make any remark upon the quality of life of young women sent to be brides to older noblemen in the 17th and 18th century. Their treatment likely falls on a Gaussian distribution (the Comte d'Sade being, of course, a deviant).

Another interesting point is the power that women have in this story. For instance, it is Beauty who changes the beast. Cleans him up. Makes him a prince fit for a girl of such lovely countenance. She has done what so many other women have failed to do in the past thousand centuries of human existence, which is to change a man. Such power has this young girl. And also interesting is that it is the Queen who must give her blessing upon their union. That she and a fairy are the ultimate authorities* in the story is also interesting. Essentially Beauty has been taken from deprivation to a life of supreme luxury, her love for the ugly man who terrified her turns him into a Prince and she, daughter of widower, is given a grateful and happy mother-in-law and, of course, lives happily ever after.

So here we have it then, a dream of luxury and comfort for a young girl as much as a dream for a doting mother that her child not spoil an opportunity for happiness in the face of a strange man. Simultaneously it is a story of a girl's understanding and affection being deeper than mere appearance. The moral of the story is that compliance with society's framework for romance will lead to happiness. It was important at the time that young girls believe that this was true.

An important realization is that this story was set to paper in 1740. Within two generations before all of those handsome noble countrymen were culled by the bourgeois uprising and subsequent upheavel of France and Europe. Indeed, comparison between this work and Madame Bovary is of particular interest, as the latter is a product of post-revolution France. There a young girl is coveted by an unscrupulous country doctor and with the inheritance from his wife's death the girl and doctor are wed. They move to town and she is immediately disillusioned by his lack of passion. She starts a credit account to bankroll her spending and gifts for her lovers. She urges him to increase his social standing by performing cosmetic surgery on a local boy with a club foot. And when the world comes crashing down and her fantasies are all as dust, she takes her own life. Her story is tragic and it is almost certain that if her mother did not read Beauty and the Beast to her, she was told similar stories and in the narrative she is described as having a love of pulp romance in general. It just goes to show that even in the 19th century people were able to parse the meanings of stories such as Beauty and the Beast separate from the intentions underlying them. Take that post-modernism.

*I note also the fact that the Deus ex Machina happens AFTER the turning point of the story, those silly backwards French.

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