-20世紀 英國詩-
(1) Thomas Hardy(1840-1928) : "The Darkling Thrush"
"The Darkling Thrush"
1 I leant upon a coppice gate
2 When Frost was spectre-gray,
3 And Winter's dregs made desolate
4 The weakening eye of day.
5 The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
6 Like strings of broken lyres,
7 And all mankind that haunted nigh
8 Ha
wood, hide, wool, linen, grass, hair, and similar materials will decay and vanish in dust in a few years or centuries, save under very exceptional conditions. In a relatively brief period the archaeological record is reduce to mere scraps of stone, bone, glass, metal, and earthenware. Still modern archaeology, by applying appropriate techniques and comparative methods, aided by a few lucky finds
wood and glass cubicle, he
rips off yesterdays day-at-a-time calendar page, revealing
todays date: October 11, 1931.
Goes to the Victrola inside the cubicle. Cranks the turntable
up to speed. Puts the huge needle down on a spinning 78: we
hear the song crackling through the empty halls of the
hospital -- depression-era Muzak: Horace Heidt & His Musical
Knights "Keep Your Sunny Side Up"
The Nurse
In October of 1994, three student filmmakers disappeared in the woods near Burkittsville, Maryland while shooting a documentary called "The Blair Witch Project".
A year later their footage was found.
Man off camera: You look a little blurry. Let me zoom out okay?
Heather: Okay. Huh.
Man: Okay got you.
Heather: This is my home. Which I am leaving the comforts of, for the weekend. To explore the Bl
place called
Woods Hole.
Okay, Cassandra...
all I want is my money.
Its my money, and you know it!
No! Its definitely mine.
Trust me.
Excuse me, guys. Looking for this?
Get him!
George, get us out of here!
So long, sucker.
Its my money!
-Who are your friends?
-Maniacs! Get us out of here! Go!
Hurry up! Theyre gaining on us!
-Hi.
-Hi. Who are you?
-Im Cassandra.
-George. The pleasures mine.