hit, trip, and tumble, yelp, groan, and worry-worry-worry!

Ο Ian Richardson διαβάζει -και πώς διαβάζει!!!-, σε ηχογράφηση του 1976, την περιγραφή της μάχης μεταξύ των λύκων και των κόκκινων σκύλων στην όχθη του ποταμού Waingunga.
[Απόσπασμα απο το διήγημα «Κόκκινοι Σκύλοι» από το Δεύτερο Βιβλίο της Ζούγκλας τού Ράντγιαρντ Κίπλινγκ.]

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Nearer and nearer came the bay of the Seeonee wolves. "For the Pack, for the Full Pack it is met!" and a bend in the river drove the dholes forward among the sands and shoals opposite the Lairs.
Then they saw their mistake. They should have landed half a mile higher up, and rushed the wolves on dry ground. Now it was too late. The bank was lined with burning eyes, and except for the horrible pheeal that had never stopped since sundown, there was no sound in the Jungle. It seemed as though Won-tolla were fawning on them to come ashore; and "Turn and take hold!" said the leader of the dholes. The entire Pack flung themselves at the shore, threshing and squattering through the shoal water, till the face of the Waingunga was all white and torn, and the great ripples went from side to side, like bow-waves from a boat. Mowgli followed the rush, stabbing and slicing as the dholes, huddled together, rushed up the river-beach in one wave.
Then the long fight began, heaving and straining and splitting and scattering and narrowing and broadening along the red, wet sands, and over and between the tangled tree-roots, and through and among the bushes, and in and out of the grass clumps; for even now the dholes were two to one. But they met wolves fighting for all that made the Pack.
A wolf, you must know, flies at the throat or snaps at the flank, while a dhole, by preference, bites at the belly; so when the dholes were struggling out of the water and had to raise their heads, the odds were with the wolves. On dry land the wolves suffered; but in the water or ashore, Mowgli's knife came and went without ceasing. The Four had worried their way to his side. Gray Brother, crouched between the boy's knees, was protecting his stomach, while the others guarded his back and either side, or stood over him when the shock of a leaping, yelling dhole who had thrown himself full on the steady blade bore him down. For the rest, it was one tangled confusion--a locked and swaying mob that moved from right to left and from left to right along the bank; and also ground round and round slowly on its centre.
Once Mowgli passed Akela, a dhole on either flank, and his all but toothless jaws closed over the loins of a third; and once he saw Phao, his teeth set in the throat of a dhole, tugging the unwilling beast forward till the yearlings could finish him.
But the bulk of the fight was blind flurry and smother in the dark; hit, trip, and tumble, yelp, groan, and worry-worry-worry, round him and behind him and above him. As the night wore on, the quick, giddy-go-round motion increased. The dholes were cowed and afraid to attack the stronger wolves, but did not yet dare to run away. Mowgli felt that the end was coming soon, and contented himself with striking merely to cripple. The yearlings were growing bolder; there was time now and again to breathe, and pass a word to a friend, and the mere flicker of the knife would sometimes turn a dog aside.
"The meat is very near the bone," Gray Brother yelled. He was bleeding from a score of flesh-wounds.
"But the bone is yet to be cracked," said Mowgli. "Eowawa! Thus do we in the Jungle!" The red blade ran like a flame along the side of a dhole whose hind-quarters were hidden by the weight of a clinging wolf.
"My kill!" snorted the wolf through his wrinkled nostrils. "Leave him to me."
"Is thy stomach still empty, Outlier?" said Mowgli. Won-tolla was fearfully punished, but his grip had paralysed the dhole, who could not turn round and reach him.
"By the Bull that bought me," said Mowgli, with a bitter laugh, "it is the tailless one!" And indeed it was the big bay-coloured leader.

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"The bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon."
Ο John McEnery ως Μερκούτιος στο φιλμ Romeo & Juliet του Franco Zeffirelli (1968)

ROMEO AND JULIET, Act II, Scene IV.

Enter Nurse and her Man [Peter].
NURSE Peter, Peter!
MERCUTIO A sail, a sail, a sail!
BENVOLIO Two, two! a shirt and a smock.
NURSE Peter!
PETER Anon.
NURSE My fan, Peter.
MERCUTIO Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two.
NURSE God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
MERCUTIO God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman.
NURSE Is it good-den?
MERCUTIO 'Tis no less, I assure ye; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.
NURSE Out upon you! What a man are you!
ROMEO One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar.
NURSE By my troth, well said. 'For himself to mar,' quoth 'a? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where one may find young Romeo?
ROMEO I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him. I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
NURSE You say well.
MERCUTIO Yea, is the worst well? Oh, well noted! wisely, wisely.
NURSE If you be he, sir, I desire some conference with you.
BENVOLIO She will endite him to some supper.
MERCUTIO A bawd, a bawd, a bawd!
ROMEO What hast thou found?
MERCUTIO No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be eaten.
(He walks by them and sings.)
An old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar,
Is very good meat in Lent;
But a hare that is hoar
Is too much by a score
If it hoar ere it be spent.
Romeo, will you come to your father's? We'll to dinner thither.
ROMEO I will follow you.
MERCUTIO Farewell, ancient lady. Farewell, lady, lady, lady.
Exeunt Mercutio, Benvolio.

Ακούστε τον Peter Finch ως Mercutio.
Ακούγονται και οι:
Athene Seyler as the Nurse, William Squire as Benvolio, Newton Blick as Peter, Alan Badel as Romeo.




The Old Vic Company (1953). Ιουλιέτα, η Claire Bloom.

Οδυσσείας Α, 1-24

Ακούστε τον Ian McKellen να διαβάζει Οδύσσεια.
Μετάφραση: Robert Fagles (1990)

Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns
driven time and again off course, once he had plundered
the hallowed heights of Troy.
Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds,
many pains he suffered, heartsick on the open sea,
fighting to save his life and bring his comrades home.
But he could not save them from disaster, hard as he strove-
the recklessness of their own ways destroyed them all,
the blind fools, they devoured the cattle of the Sun
and the Sungod blotted out the day of their return. 10
Launch out on his story, Muse, daughter of Zeus,
start from where you will- sing for our time too.
By now
all the survivors, all who avoided headlong death
were safe at home, escaped the wars and waves.
But one man alone…
his heart set on his wife and his return- Calypso,
the bewitching nymph, the lustrous goddess, held him back,
deep in her arching caverns, craving him for a husband.
But then, when the wheeling seasons brought the year around,
that year spun out by the gods when he should reach his home, 20
Ithaca- though not even there would he be free of trials,
even among his loved ones- then every god took pity,
all except Poseidon. He raged on, seething against
the great Odysseus till he reached his native land.

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Σημειώνεται ότι ο Ian McKellen διαβάζει ολόκληρη την Οδύσσεια (12 κασσέττες ή 4 CD).
Αποσπάσματα του αρχαίου κειμένου διαβάζει ο Werner Krauss (1884-1959) -of Dr. Caligari fame-, με Ερασμιακή προφορά, σε ηχογράφηση του 1950 (;;).
Εξ όσων γνωρίζω, δεν υπάρχει, δυστυχώς, αντίστοιχη ελληνική παραγωγή.
Μήπως κάποιος συν-blogger έχει στοιχεία για άλλες ηχογραφήσεις;

Ακούτε Θέατρο; Υπάρχει και η Comédie Française!

Ακούστε την Claude Winter και τον Jacques Toja στην τελευταία σκηνή του μονόπρακτου του Jules Renard, «Le Pain de Ménage».

MARTHE: Vous seriez aussi gêné que moi? Je vous connais, votre imagination a une envergure d’aigle et un appétit de moineau. Il vous suffit de déplacer un meuble pour croire que vous démenagez, et d’ouvrir la fenêtre pour croire que vous êtes libre. La liberté dehors fait trop de poussière.
PIERRE: Faut-il s’en entendre dire? Vous devenez bien mauvaise.
MARTHE: Et il vous suffit de baiser la main d’une femme pour croire que vous trompez la vôtre. (Elle lui tend la main.) Tenez, mon ami, voilà!
PIERRE: C’est une petite, toute petite, toute mignonne compensation.
MARTHE: Dire que vous vous faites sermonner encore!
PIERRE: Un grand garçon comme moi, je ne le ferai plus.
MARTHE: Vous devriez m’être reconnaissant!
PIERRE: Croyez à ma sincère gratitude.
MARTHE: Ne craigniez pas que je vous en veuille, au moins.
PIERRE: Ah! je savais bien que vous étiez bonne!
MARTHE: Vous m’avez dit des mots qui ne blessent pas une femme mortellement.
PIERRE: Je ne retire rien.
MARTHE: Vous m’avez gâtée.
PIERRE: J’ai improvisé de mon mieux.
MARTHE: Vous m’avez traitée comme une déesse. Vous m’avez émue.
PIERRE: Pas trop.
MARTHE: Vous m’avez presque troublée et si mon amitié…
PIERRE: Ah! vous mêlez les genres.
MARTHE: Vous ne voulez pas de mon amitié?
PIERRE: Non, pas ce soir.
MARTHE: D’une amitié cordiale!
PIERRE: Oh! cordiale: une amitié de jour de l’an! Non, sans cérémonies. A demain; à demain les affaires sympathiques.
MARTHE: Adieu. Rentrons dans nos cages dorées. Vous là, près de Berthe, moi ici…
PIERRE: Près d’Alfred?
MARTHE: Près d’Alfred.
PIERRE: Et je ne suis pas jaloux... Tout de même, dites, ce vilain Alfred qui dort comme un égoïste, qui ronfle…
MARTHE: Oh! à peine, il ronronne.
PIERRE: Accordez-moi la faveur délicate de le laisser tranquille ce soir. Ne le réveillez pas.
MARTHE: C’est promis.
PIERRE: Merci.
MARTHE: En échange?...
PIERRE: Je vous le jure…
MARTHE: Votre femme ne doit pas dormir. Je suis sûre qu’elle veille toujours, pres de la lampe, sa fillette calmée. Elle vous attend. Approchez-vous d’elle, sans bruit, et, de tout votre cœur, embrassez-la bien.

RIDEAU

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Υ.Γ. Η Ροδιά ζήτησε Γαλλικό Θέατρο. Εσπευσα!
Δεκτές και άλλες παραγγελιές!

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Donald Pleasence (1919-1995)








Ο Donald Pleasence, ως Alfred Doolittle, περί της Ηθικής της Μεσαίας Τάξης.

George Bernard Shaw: Pygmalion, Act II

PICKERING. Well, I know the feeling; but really it seems hardly
right--
DOOLITTLE. Don't say that, Governor. Don't look at it that way.
What am I, Governors both? I ask you, what am I? I'm one of the
undeserving poor: that's what I am. Think of what that means to a
man. It means that he's up agen middle class morality all the
time. If there's anything going, and I put in for a bit of it,
it's always the same story: "You're undeserving; so you can't
have it." But my needs is as great as the most deserving widow's
that ever got money out of six different charities in one week
for the death of the same husband. I don't need less than a
deserving man: I need more. I don't eat less hearty than him; and
I drink a lot more. I want a bit of amusement, cause I'm a
thinking man. I want cheerfulness and a song and a band when I
feel low. Well, they charge me just the same for everything as
they charge the deserving. What is middle class morality? Just an
excuse for never giving me anything. Therefore, I ask you, as two
gentlemen, not to play that game on me. I'm playing straight with
you. I ain't pretending to be deserving. I'm undeserving; and I
mean to go on being undeserving. I like it; and that's the truth.
Will you take advantage of a man's nature to do him out of the
price of his own daughter what he's brought up and fed and
clothed by the sweat of his brow until she's growed big enough to
be interesting to you two gentlemen? Is five pounds unreasonable?
I put it to you; and I leave it to you.
HIGGINS. Pickering: if we were to take this man in hand for three months, he could choose between a seat in the Cabinet and a popular pulpit in Wales.

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Ακούγονται και οι:
Michael Hordern, Συν/χης Pickering, Michael Redgrave, Καθηγητής Higgins. Στον ρόλο της Eliza Doolittle, η Lynn Redgrave.

Ακούτε Θέατρο; Εν αρχή ήν... οι Δεύτεροι Ρόλοι!

Συμβουλές του Πολώνιου προς τον Λαέρτη

Ο Ian Holm, Πολώνιος, στον Hamlet του Franco Zeffirelli (1990)
Οφηλία, η Helena Bonham-Carter

HAMLET, Act I, Sc. III

LAERTES
A double blessing is a double grace,
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
LORD POLONIUS
Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine ownself be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!

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Πηγή: BBC Radio Collection, Hamlet (1988) - Αμλετ, ο Ronald Pickup