After a million tries…

Let’s see…today…Eh, it was a day. Got my Amazon.com order today…

Movies: The Cruible
               Sid & Nancy
Book: Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead (Which I’ve read the first act in already. *grins*)

Still waiting for Nil by Mouth to get here…but it was from someone else through Amazon.com…So I suspect it might take a bit longer.

*looks around* Oh yeah…and I changed my colors around a bit. Though I’m sure it was noticeable.

Walked today, even though it was chilly…Was suppose to take the kids to the carnival, but they drove me crazy on the trip from home to picking up my mum, so they went home with her instead. Don’t think they’ll be going tomarrow either, it’s not like there was really much there. The carnivals just aren’t as good as they use to be. *pouts* Tis not fair. Oh well…I suppose we can do like we did last year, and wait for the fair to come, and buy the wristband thingies so they can ride all they want, and hope for some good rides.

Blah…My mind is…I don’t know…just not with it.   Better now…A bit of calming down, and trying to refocus thoughts on anything that didn’t have to make sense…and food…Despite the fact I had to settle for Specail K as someone ruined my Golden Grahmns. *pouts* 

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Anyway…like I said in the last journal exercise entry…some quotes from Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead.

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First bunch is from my favorite scene. They are on a badminton court, one on each side, and are tossing the questions back and forth.

 

QUESTIONS

Rosencrantz: Fancy a game?
Guildenstern: We’re spectators.
Rosencrantz: Do you want to play questions?
Guildenstern: How do you play that?
Rosencrantz: You have to ask a question.
Guildenstern: Statement. One – Love.
Rosencrantz: Cheating.
Guildenstern: How?
Rosencrantz: I haven’t started yet.
Guildenstern: Statement. Two – Love.
Rosencrantz: Are you counting that?
Guildenstern: What?
Rosencrantz: Are you counting that?
Guildenstern: Foul. No repetition. Three – Love and game.
Rosencrantz: I’m not going to play if you’re going to be like that.
Guildenstern: Whose serve?
Rosencrantz: Err…
Guildenstern: Hesitation! Love… one.
Rosencrantz: Whose go?
Guildenstern: Why?
Rosencrantz: Why not?
Guildenstern: What for?
Rosencrantz: Foul! No synonyms! One… all.
Guildenstern: What in God’s name is going on?
Rosencrantz: Foul! No rhetoric! Two… one.
Guildenstern: What does it all add up to?
Rosencrantz: Can’t you guess?
Guildenstern: Were you addressing me?
Rosencrantz: Is there anyone else?
Guildenstern: Who?
Rosencrantz: How would I know?
Guildenstern: Why do you ask?
Rosencrantz: Are you serious?
Guildenstern: Was that rhetoric?
Rosencrantz: No.
Guildenstern: Statement! Two all. Game point.
Rosencrantz: What’s the matter with you today?
Guildenstern: When?
Rosencrantz: What?
Guildenstern: Are you deaf?
Rosencrantz: Am I dead?
Guildenstern: Yes or no?
Rosencrantz: Is there a choice?
Guildenstern: Is there a God?
Rosencrantz: Foul! No non sequiturs! Three… two, one game all.
Guildenstern: What’s your name?
Rosencrantz: What’s yours?
Guildenstern: You first.
Rosencrantz: Statement! One… love.
Guildenstern: What’s your name when you’re at home?
Rosencrantz: What’s yours?
Guildenstern: When I’m at home?
Rosencrantz: Is it different at home?
Guildenstern: What home?
Rosencrantz: Haven’t you got one?
Guildenstern: Why do you ask?
Rosencrantz: What are you driving at?
Guildenstern: What’s your name?
Rosencrantz: Repetition! Two… love. Match point.
Guildenstern: Who do you think you are?
Rosencrantz: Rhetoric! Game and match!

This one they are suppose to be trying to get an idea of what’s wrong with Hamlet before actually talking to him. Guildenstern is pretending to be Hamlet, and through questions and answers, Rosencratnz is suppose to be figuring out what’s wrong…(It really looses something without the visual of the delivery of some of the lines though. *sigh*)

[Guildenstern is pretending to be Hamlet]
Rosencrantz: My honoured Lord.
Guildenstern: My dear Rosencrantz.
Rosencrantz: (confused) Am I pretending to be you then?
Guildenstern: Certainly not. Well if you like, shall we continue?
Rosencrantz: My honoured Lord.
Guildenstern: My *dear* fellow.
Rosencrantz: How are you?
Guildenstern: Aflicted.
Rosencrantz: Really in what way?
Guildenstern: Transformed.
Rosencrantz: Inside or out?
Guildenstern: Both.
Rosencrantz: I see. Not much new there.
Guildenstern: Well go into detail! Delve! Probe the background. Establish the situation.
Rosencrantz: So, Your Uncle’s the king of Denamark?
Guildenstern: That’s right. And my father before him.
Rosencrantz: His father before him?
Guildenste

rn: No, my father before him.
Rosencrantz: But Surly?
Guildenstern: You may well ask.
Rosencrantz: Let me get it straight. Your father was king. You were his only son. Your father dies. You are of age. Your uncle becomes king.
Guildenstern: Yes.
Rosencrantz: Unusual.
Guildenstern: Undid me.
Rosencrantz: Undeniably.
Guildenstern: He slipped in.
Rosencrantz: Which reminds me…
Guildenstern: Well, it would.
Rosencrantz: I don’t want to be personal.
Guildenstern: Common knowledge.
Rosencrantz: Your mother’s marriage.
Guildenstern: He slipped in.
Rosencrantz: His body was still warm!
Guildenstern: So was hers.
Rosencrantz: Extraordinarily…
Guildenstern: Indecent.
Rosencrantz: Hasty.
Guildenstern: Suspicious.
Rosencrantz: Makes you think.
Guildenstern: Don’t think I haven’t.
Rosencrantz: And with her husband’s brother!
Guildenstern: They *were* close.
Rosencrantz: She went to him…
Guildenstern: Too close.
Rosencrantz: For comfort.
Guildenstern: It looks bad.
Rosencrantz: Adds up.
Guildenstern: Incest to adultery.
Rosencrantz: Would you go so far?
Guildenstern: Never!
Rosencrantz: To sum up: your father, whom you love, dies. You are his heir. You come back to find that hardly was the corpse cold before his young brother pops onto his throne and into his sheets, thereby offending both legal and natural practice. Now… why exactly are you behaving in this extraordinary manner?
Guildenstern: I can’t imagine.

 

And this…This is the speach that Gary Oldman wanted to do, so he told Tom Stoppard that he wanted to be Rosencrantz instead of Guildenstern (which personally, I think it worked much better. I just can’t see him playing Guildenstern).

Life in a Box
Rosencrantz: Do you ever think of yourself as actually dead, lying in a box with a lid on it?
Guildenstern: No.
Rosencrantz: Nor do I, really. It’s silly to be depressed by it. I mean, one thinks of it like being alive in a box. One keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is dead, which should make all the difference, shouldn’t it? I mean, you’d never *know* you’re in a box, would you? It would be just like you were asleep in a box. Not that I’d like to sleep in a box, mind you. Not without any air. You’d wake up dead for a start, and then where would you be? In a box. That’s the bit I don’t like, frankly. That’s why I don’t think of it. Because you’d be helpless, wouldn’t you? Stuffed in a box like that. I mean, you’d be in there forever, even taking into account the fact that you’re dead. It isn’t a pleasant thought. Especially if you’re dead, really. Ask yourself, if I asked you straight off, "I’m going to stuff you in this box. Now, would you rather be alive or dead?" naturally, you’d prefer to be alive. Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You’d have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, "Well, at

least I’m not dead. In a minute somebody is going to bang on the lid, and tell me to come out."
[bangs on lid]
Rosencrantz: "Hey you! What’s your name? Come out of there!"
Guildenstern: [long pause] I think I’m going to kill you.

(And few minutes later…)

 

Rosencrantz: Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occured to you that you don’t go on forever. Must have been shattering. Stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it. It never occured to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squawling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, theres only one direction. And time is its only measure.