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36th treasure [audio]
Jun. 23rd, 2015 04:57 pmHow still the night is; nothing sounds alive. Now is the hour when children in their homes are a-bed; their lips bright-browned with the good-night chocolate, and their tongues drowsily searching for belated crumbs housed insecurely on their shining cheeks. Compare with them the children on this boat about to walk the plank. Split my infinitives, but 'tis my hour of triumph!
[The words sound clear and true when spoken at midnight on the 23rd, barely hindered by the effects of time on the human memory. Their rhythm is dictated by Ash's footsteps, going back and forth in some anonymous inn room.]
And yet some disky spirit compels me now to make my dying speech, lest when dying there may be no time for it. All mortals envy me, yet better perhaps for Hook to have had less ambition! O fame, fame, thou glittering bauble, what if the very—
[The monologue stops suddenly, as if interrupted. Or not interrupted, as it is.]
...It's really not the same when you're just reciting the text by yourself. Are there any Smees around? Or Smee-rgles, I guess would be the case here.
[The words sound clear and true when spoken at midnight on the 23rd, barely hindered by the effects of time on the human memory. Their rhythm is dictated by Ash's footsteps, going back and forth in some anonymous inn room.]
And yet some disky spirit compels me now to make my dying speech, lest when dying there may be no time for it. All mortals envy me, yet better perhaps for Hook to have had less ambition! O fame, fame, thou glittering bauble, what if the very—
[The monologue stops suddenly, as if interrupted. Or not interrupted, as it is.]
...It's really not the same when you're just reciting the text by yourself. Are there any Smees around? Or Smee-rgles, I guess would be the case here.
