-19世紀 英․美詩-
-19世紀 英國詩-
(1) William Blake(1757-1827)
"The Chimney Sweeper", "The Tiger"
(2) William Wordsworth(1770-1850)
"Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey"
(3) Samuel Taylor Coleridge(1772-1834)
"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner", "Kubla Khan"
(4) George Gordon Byron(1788-1824)
"Childe Harold's Pilgrimage(canto1)", "She Walks in Beauty"
(5) P
DEATH PENALTY
EITHER.
OK. WHATEVER YOU SAY.
SWEAR IT.
YOU GOT IT.
YOU GOT IT.
WHATS YOUR NAME?
NEAR SUNSET BOULEVARD.
THE SOUTH ENTRANCE
TO ELYSIAN PARK.
WHEN?
SOON.
DONT FORGET
YOUR PROMISE, LOGAN.
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Man on radio: SLEEPER?
Man on radio: SLEEPER?
NOTHING.
EVEN A PSYCHO FUCKING KILLER
IS SMART ENOUGH
TO STAY OUT OF THE RAIN.
TO STAY OUT OF THE RAIN.
Man: HOW ARE
MY LOVEBIRDS DOING?
M
death?
Dont patronize me.
What else but that
are you selling, Professor?
We all know were going to die...
but you make a marvelous game out of it
that includes the whole world.
- You make it seem possible.
- It is possible, even probable.
You make death an entertainment...
something that can be played
in a living room.
As good a place as any.
Theres an even better place.
Turn in there.
This where
deaths years ago, is tragically
back in the top of the news this
morning. Police have uncovered
the remains of eight, as yet,
unidentified persons in a gruesome
and baffling story of mass
murder...
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End credits.
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EXT. ROADSIDE MARKET - EVENING
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Shooting over a line of ruffled bushes with leaves just
turning towards a rural, time-worn country market. A wide
gravel parking area mak
death.
-They sway the destinies of men. -Not my destiny.
Whats the matter?
Oh, just a quickening of the breeze.
But I dont like the hot breath of it.
Oh, its nothing. Only one drifting cloud up there.
Up the mast with you!
-I command you! Climb the mast! -Drop the sail!
My prince, the ropes are fouled, and these men refuse to climb the mast.
-Ill flay them! -No!
Theres only one way to cure these