Umber: What is it that you enjoy about Fillory?
Quentin: It reminds me of a time before I realized how shitty being an adult is.
Eliot: And there's opium in the air.
Quentin: It reminds me of a time before I realized how shitty being an adult is.
Eliot: And there's opium in the air.
On Earth, magic and matter were distinct things: you could cast a spell on an object, and it became enchanted, but the object and the spell remained separate entities - the object was like a piece of metal in which you'd put a magnetic charge. But in Fillory, Quentin knew, or at least strongly suspected, magic and thing were somehow one and the same. Magic existed on Earth, sure, but Fillory was magic.
