The NZA Posted March 17, 2010 Share Posted March 17, 2010 hondo's, how you not gon have a thread on this fantastic film? Shooooo. alright, i didnt have much new to add to the topic, if you havent seen this film, get off the internet and do so. if you have, enjoy this. WALTERIndeed, a rug of value; an estimable rug, an honour’d rug; O unhappy rug, that should live to cover such days! DONALD Of what dost thou speak, that tied the room together, Knave? Take pains, for I would well hear of that which tied the room together. WALTER Didst thou attend the Knave’s tragic history, Sir Donald? DONALD Nay, good Sir Walter, I was a-bowling. WALTER Thou attend’st not; and so thou hast no frame of reference. Thou art as a child, wandering and strutting amidst the groundlings as a play is in session, heeding not the poor players, their exits and their entrances, and, wanting to know the subject of the story, asking which is the lover and which the tyrant. THE KNAVE Come to the point, Sir Walter. WALTER My point, then, Knave; there be no reason, if sweet reason doth permit, in enlightenment’s bower—and reason says thou art the worthier man— DONALD Yes, Sir Walter, pray, merrily state the fulcrum of thy argument. THE KNAVE My colleague, although unfram’d and unreferenc’d, speaks plain and true. That these toughs are those at fault, we are agreed; that I stand wounded, unrevenged, we likewise are agreed; yet you circle the meanings unconstantly, like blunted burrs, unstuck where they are thrown. WALTER I speak of aggression uncheck’d, as crowned heads of state once spoke of Arabia— DONALD Arabia! Then we have put a girdle round the earth. Of what does Sir Walter speak? WALTER Cast it from thy sievelike books of memory, Sir Donald; thou art out of thy element. DONALD Mine element? WALTER Wherefore was I curs’d only to minister To congregations held in deafen’d pits? I must hobble my speech; of elements, sir, A doctor of physic did once explain That all the earth is province elemental, Sure and steady as the stone-wall foursome A-holding up the Knave’s roof, tied together By power that we spake on, our traffic Unmarred by thy rough and idle chatter. And the complexion of the element In favour’s like the rug that ties the room. O, a muse of fire the first element, Airy breath the second; though this wind May well be yours for all you flap your tongue, O ill-dispersing wind of misery! Thou hast no wings, and, liable to plunge, You fit not fowl; yet foul your interruption, Fished for facts, yet fish you cannot be; So water, elemental third, you’re not, How much salt water thrown away in waste. Of earth, no woman left on earth will have thee, No man of middle earth will tend thy land, So walk the plains like to a lonely dragon; I care not. THE KNAVE Good sir, speak plain. I know not these villains, surely would I ne’er traffic with this man of Orient birth who so abused my rug. I have not the facility to present him with the rate of usance and demand money in kind for that which he has spent upon’t; so I entreat you, speak plain. WALTER I speak the truth; my words are straight and true. The man of Orient birth is not the issue. DONALD The Orient, Sir Walter? WALTER I speak, old friend, of truths in desert land. The hour is nigh to draw line in the sand. THE KNAVE Deserts? I had made it plain that he was Orient-man. WALTER Though words in haste be only human nature, ‘Orient-man’ is not preferr’d nomenclature. THE KNAVE Give me no further counsel; my griefs cry softer than advertisement. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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