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发表于 2013-2-27 16:59
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Homework:
Now there is this thing about Mrs. Gamp.
Obviously Mrs. Gamp who is the nurse in Martin Chuzzlewit.
Is this sentence where he goes, “It was difficult to enjoy her society without being conscious of the smell of spirits.”?
Yes,
So what he’s basically saying is just a woman stunk of alcohol, but the way he puts it, it was difficult to enjoy her company,
Yeah, yeah…
And, but this is Gamp again, is kind of like a character from what psych of those, she’s just a small squat woman,
Yes,
What you can do is, you can pour out a sort of a bottle of spirits on the side, and she says, I may take a drink or I may not, it depends on how I will be disposed to, she will, she will drink the whole lot, despite of what will happen.
I’m devoted to pick with papers.
Yes,
And Mr. Jingle. You know, he’s a complete conman, you know, he’s a real con, and he speaks very fast so nobody else can get a wording, yes, bang, bang, bang like a machine gun, I thought a very funny character.
It’s desperately dark as well, like, what, he’s a man talking about how a woman’s head was knocked off by the top of an arch in front of her children. And then he’s going, she couldn’t even eat a sandwich, you cold ditch, you gotta hand me more.
Heads, heads, take care of your heads, cried the loquacious stranger as they came out onto the low archway, which in those days formed the entrance, look out, Ashar, terrible place, dangerous work, other day, five children, mother, tall lady, eating sandwiches, forgot the arch, crash, no, children look around, mother’s head off, sandwich in a hand, no mouth to put it in, head was fumbled off, shocking, shocking, didn’t keep Ashar look out that way, Acer, eat.
That's piston on about 17 espressos.
Yes, yes, his ass fucked off.
It’s that sense of the rhythms, the rhythms of colloquialism, and the way people speak, because in reality, you know we don’t finish our sentences, and we all interrupt each other, the forms are random.
There’s a bit from Bleak House, here we have a little child, Road Sweeper, she says to me, she says are you the boy at the inkwhich, she says, I says ”yes”, I say, she says to me, she says, you could try New Orleans places, I says “yes I can” and she says to me do it, and I done it, and she gave me sov’ring and hooked it, and I haven’t had much of the sov’ring neither, for I had to pay five bob down in Tom-all-Alone’s before they square it for to give me change and then a young man he thieved another five while I was asleep, and another boy thieved 9 pens
I’m afraid ,you know, have to go, am I bothered, you know, yes.
Remarks: what a mess, that’s why I hate classic literature. And British accent is so obscure, especially when you're not a politician. |
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