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 --------------------------------------- He plays with us. http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/o/out-of-africa-script-transcript.html Out of Africa ------------------------------------- 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 -------------- D |
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