So my tear jerker ended up being me listening to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack again. I can't help but empathize with a self-decpricating emo guy who locks himself up in his room and has to figure out a way to connect with people before his twenty first birthday or else he'll be trapped for ever.
England does this to you.
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Richard II:
This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,—
For Christian service and true chivalry,—
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry
Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s Son:
This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leas’d out,—I die pronouncing it,—
Like to a tenement, or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.Sean Bye:
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Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England."Ken Worrall:
"The only difference between the English and Americans are their perceptions of each other."
2 comments:
Wow, thank you for reminding me how old I am -- who knew the Beast's cut off was 21. I thought it was like 45 when I was little. 21. Sheesh. That's nothing.
-Adrienne :)
21? Really? Well, crap.
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