- Mood:
Noble - Listening to: Lithium- Nirvana
- Reading: Speaker for the Dead, Tale of the Body Theif
- Watching: THE MATRIX!
- Playing: Naught
- Eating: Naught
- Drinking: Wine of the French
Read Cyrano de Bergerac! Instantly!
Don't stand there looking at me! You know I'm talking to you. ^^
[Except for you, Astagon. You'll get around to it. Eventually.
Or if you're one of my many friends who have been pushed to read books by my dad. I'm not going to aid to the mountain.]
Essentially: Cyrano de Bergerac is about the perfect man: Honorable, daring, brave, radical, a genius in poetry and plays and philosophy and science, with one tragic flaw:
His nose. It's huge.
And guess what? Lucky for him, he's in love with Roxanna.
The most beautiful (Cyrano also makes other cases for her virtues, but I don't like her, so that's all I'm listing here) women in court (she's also his cousin, but Cyrano was a man of just-before-the-renaissance! So... yeah.).
Random snippet time!
All, all, all, whatever
That came to me, e'en as they came, I'd fling them
In a wild cluster, not a careful bouquet.
I love thee! I am mad! I love, I stifle!
Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell,
And as I ever tremble, thinking of thee,
Ever the bell shakes, ever thy name ringeth!
Curling softly into itself, like the bell it chimes:
Roxanna! Roxanna! Roxanna!
Was there ever a sweeter name...
All things of thine I mind, for I love all things;
I know that last year on the twelfth of May-month,
To walk abroad, one day you changed your hair-plaits!
I am so used to take your hair for daylight
That,like as when the eye stares on the sun's disk,
One sees long after a red blot on all things
So, when I quit thy beams, my dazzled vision
Sees upon all things a blonde stain imprinted.
Ay, true, the feeling: love!
Which fills me, terrible and jealous, truly
Love,which is ever sad amid its transports!
Love,and yet, strangely, not a selfish passion!
I for your joy would gladly lay mine own down,
E'en though you never were to know it,never!
If but at times I mightfar off and lonely,
Hear some gay echo of the joy I bought you!
Each glance of thine awakes in me a virtue,
A novel, unknown valor. Dost begin, sweet,
To understand? So late, dost understand me?
Feel'st thou my soul, here, through the darkness mounting?
Too fair the night! Too fair, too fair the moment!
That I should speak thus, and that you should hearken!
Too fair! In moments when my hopes rose proudest,
I never hoped such guerdon. Naught is left me
But to die now! Have words of mine the power
To make you tremble,throned there in the branches?
Ay, like a leaf among the leaves, you tremble!
You tremble! For I feel,an if you will it,
Or will it not,your hand's beloved trembling
Thrill through the branches, down your sprays of jasmine!
Ah! Let the world go burn! She knows I live!
BOOM.
How's that for SOUL CONSUMING? And it's love poetry! And I still like it!
So go read it. Please? ^^