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Re: Horatian Ode

Posted by D on April 2, 2009, 8:37 pm, in reply to "Re: Horatian Ode"
Message modified by board administrator April 2, 2009, 8:44 pm

Having dated a Shakespearian (tenured) professor for a few years and hanging around academics I should have known that translations from Latin to English are like opinions, everyone has one.
Relying on the presumed intent of a poet from over 2,000 years ago, once again, what you look for you find.

It was simply a post, probably nothing more. Coming round to that possibility is a little embarrassing, but as they say if you want to succeed faster, fail more often


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God Ted is happy, msabu.

He plays with us.

http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/o/out-of-africa-script-transcript.html Out of Africa

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Atreyu:
The Shell Mountain.

WIDE VIEW:
Atreyu climbs up the muddy mountain and calls for Morla several times. The mountain starts moving and he grabs a tree branch. The branch breaks and he slides down the mountain, hurting his shoulder. He lands in the swamp ground below and turns and crawls away to a tree nearby that faces the mountain. He climbs it and sees a giant turtle head coming out of the mountain.

Atreyu:
Are you Morla, the ancient one?

Morla:
Not that it matters but yes.

Atreyu:
Please help me Morla. Do you recognize this?

Morla:
Well, we haven't seen the Auryn in a long time.

Atreyu:
We ? (he looks around) Is there someone else here too?

Morla:
We haven't spoken to anyone else for thousands of years, so we started talking to ourselves.

Atreyu:
Morla, I bring terrible news. Did you know that the Empress is very ill?

Morla:
Not that it matters, but yes. Actually we don't care.

Atreyu:
If I don't save her, she'll die! There's a terrible nothing sweeping over the land. Don't you care about that? !

Morla:
We don't even care whether on not we care.

Atreyu:
Do you have a cold?

Morla:
No, we're allergic to youth.

Atreyu:
You know how I can help the Empress don't you?

Morla:
Not that it matters, but yes.

Atreyu:
If you don't tell me and the nothing keeps coming, you'll die to! Both of you!

Morla:
Die ? That at least would be something.

Atreyu:
Please tell me. You said you knew the answer.

She sneezes and blows him out of the tree. She becomes agitated.

Morla:
We're tired of sneezing, go away. Nothing matters.

Atreyu:
(He climbs back up the tree) That's not true. If it didn't really matter to you then you'd tell me.

Morla:
Hah hah, clever boy.

Atreyu:
Tell me please !

Morla:
We don't know, but you can ask the Southern Oracle.

Atreyu:
How can I get there?

Morla:
You can't . It's ten thousand miles away.

Atreyu:
But that's so far.

Morla:
That's right. Forget it. Good night.



The Never ending story

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D



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