The Return of the Whistler (~ A Consciência Acusa) ' Filminin Konusu : The Return of the Whistler is a movie starring Michael Duane, Lenore Aubert, and Richard Lane. On the eve of his marriage, a young man's fiance disappears. He hires a private detective to help him track her down, but soon finds...
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(bkz: sweet hereafter)
(insidious - 8 Mart 2003 14:07)
sozlerini de yazayim tam olsun furyasinin beni surukledigi bu son noktada robert browningin yazdigi siir tadindaki oykuyu de eklemek isterim. atom egoyan bu versiyonu sweet hereafterda oldukca etkilyeci bir sekilde kullanmistir.ihamelin town's in brunswick,by famous hanover city;the river weser, deep and wide,washes its wall on the southern side;a pleasanter spot you never spied;but, when begins my ditty,almost five hundred years ago,to see the townsfolk suffer sofrom vermin, was a pity.iirats!they fought the dogs and killed the cats,and bit the babies in the cradles,and ate the cheeses out of the vats,and licked the soup from the cooks' own ladle's,split open the kegs of salted sprats,made nests inside men's sunday hats,and even spoiled the women's chatsby drowning their speakingwith shrieking and squeakingln fifty different sharps and flats.iiiat last the people in a bodyto the town hall came flocking:"tis clear," cried they, 'our mayor's a noddy;and as for our corporation--shockingto think we buy gowns lined with erminefor dolts that can't or won't determinewhat's best to rid us of our vermin!you hope, because you're old and obese,to find in the furry civic robe ease?rouse up, sirs! give your brains a rackingto find the remedy we're lacking,or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!"at this the mayor and corporationquaked with a mighty consternation.ivan hour they sat in council,at length the mayor broke silence:"for a guilder i'd my ermine gown sell,i wish i were a mile hence!it's easy to bid one rack one's brain--i'm sure my poor head aches again,i've scratched it so, and all in vainoh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"just as he said this, what should hapat the chamber door but a gentle tap?"bless us,' cried the mayor, "what's that?"(with the corporation as he sat,looking little though wondrous fat;nor brighter was his eye, nor moisterthan a too-long-opened oyster,save when at noon his paunch grew mutinousfor a plate of turtle green and glutinous)"only a scraping of shoes on the mat?anything like the sound of a ratmakes my heart go pit-a-pat!"v"come in!"--the mayor cried, looking bigger:and in did come the strangest figure!his queer long coat from heel to headwas half of yellow and half of redand he himself was tall and thin,with sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,and light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,no tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,but lips where smiles went out and in;there was no guessing his kith and kin:and nobody could enough admirethe tall man and his quaint attire.quoth one:"it's as my great-grandsire,starting up at the trump of doom's tone,had walked this way from his painted tombstone!"vihe advanced to the council-table:and, "please your honors," said he, "i'm able,by means of a secret charm, to drawall creatures living beneath the sun,that creep or swim or fly or run,after me so as you never sawand i chiefly use my charmon creatures that do people harm,the mole and toad and newt and viper;and people call me the pied piper."(and here they noticed round his necka scarf of red and yellow stripe,to match with his coat of the self-same check;and at the scarf's end hung a pipe;and his fingers, they noticed, were ever strayingas if impatient to be playingupon this pipe, as low it dangledover his vesture so old-fangled.)"yet," said he, "poor piper as i am,in tartary i freed the cham,last june, from his huge swarm of gnats;i eased in asia the nizamof a monstrous brood of vampyre-bats:and as for what your brain bewilders--if i can rid your town of ratswill you give me a thousand guilders?""one? fifty thousand!" was the exclamationof the astonished mayor and corporation.viiinto the street the piper stept,smiling first a little smile,as if he knew what magic sleptin his quiet pipe the while;then, like a musical adept,to blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,and green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled,like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled;and ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,you heard as if an army muttered;and the muttering grew to a grumbling;and the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;and out of the houses the rats came tumbling.great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats,grave old plodders, gay young friskers,fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,cocking tails and pricking whiskers,families by tens and dozens,brothers, sisters, husbands, wives--followed the piper for their lives.from street to street he piped advancing,and step for step they followed dancing,until they came to the river weserwherein all plunged and perished!save one who, stout as julius caesar,swam across and lived to carry(as the manuscript he cherished)to rat-land home his commentary:which was, "at the first shrill notes of the pipe,i heard a sound as of scraping tripe,and putting apples, wondrous ripe,into a cider-press's gripe:and a moving away of pickle-tub-boards,and a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards,and a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks,and a breaking the hoops of butter-casks:and it seemed as if a voice(sweeter far than by harp or by psalteryis breathed) called out, 'oh rats, rejoice!the world is grown to one vast dry-saltery!so munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon,breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!'and just as a bulky sugar-puncheon,all ready staved, like a great sun shoneglorious scarce an inch before me,just as methought it said 'come bore me!'--i found the weser rolling o'er me."viiiyou should have heard the hamelin peopleringing the bells till they rocked the steeple.go," cried the mayor, "and get long poles!poke out the nests and block up the holes!consult with carpenters and buildersand leave in our town not even a traceof the rats!"-- when suddenly, up the faceof the piper perked in the market-place,with a, "first, if you please, my thousand guilders!"ixa thousand guilders! the mayor looked blue;so did the corporation too.for council dinners made rare havocwith claret, moselle, vin-de-grave, hock;and half the money would replenishtheir cellar's biggest butt with rhenish.to pay this sum to a wandering fellowwith a gipsy coat of red and yellow!"beside," quoth the mayor with a knowing wink,"our business was done at the river's brink;we saw with our eyes the vermin sink,and what's dead can't come to life, i think.so, friend, we're not the folks to shrinkfrom the duty of giving you something for drink,and a matter of money to put in your poke;but as for the guilders, what we spokeof them, as you very well know, was in joke.beside, our losses have made us thrifty.a thousand guilders! come, take fifty!xthe piper's face fell, and he criedno trifling! i can't wait beside!i've promised to visit by dinnertimebagdat, and accept the primeof the head-cooks pottage, all he's rich in,for having left, in the caliph's kitchen,of a nest of scorpions no survivor:with him i proved no bargain-driver,with you, don't think i'll bate a stiver!and folks who put me in a passionmay find me pipe after another fashion,xi"how?" cried the mayor, "d'ye think i brookbeing worse treated than a cook?insulted by a lazy ribaldwith idle pipe and vesture piebald?you threaten us, fellow? do your worst,blow your pipe there till you burst!xiionce more he stept into the streetand to his lips againlaid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;and ere he blew three notes (such sweetsoft notes as yet musician's cunningnever gave the enraptured air)there was a rustling that seemed like a bustlingof merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling,small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,little hands clapping and little tongues chattering,and, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering,out came the children running.all the little boys and girls,with rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,and sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,tripping and skipping, ran merrily afterthe wonderful music with shouting and laughter.xiiithe mayor was dumb, and the council stoodas if they were changed into blocks of wood,unable to move a step or cry,to the children merrily skipping by,--could only follow with the eyethat joyous crowd at the piper's back.but how the mayor was on the rackand the wretched council's bosoms beat,as the piper turned from the high streetto where the weser rolled its water'sright in the way of their sons and daughters!however he turned from south to westand to koppelberg hill his steps addressed,and after him the children pressed--great was the joy in every breast."he never can cross that mighty top!he's forced to let the piping dropand we shall see our children stop!when, lo, as they reached the mountain-side,a wondrous portal opened wide,as if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;and the piper advanced and the children followed,and when all were in to the very last,the door in the mountain-side shut fast.did i say all? no! one was lame,and could not dance the whole of the way;and in after years, if you would blamehis sadness, he was used to say,--"it¹s dull in our town since my playmates left!i can¹t forget that i'm bereftof all all the pleasant sights they see,which the piper also promised me.for he led us, he said, to a joyous land,joining the town and just at hand,where waters gushed and fruit-trees grewand flowers put forth a fairer hue,and everything was strange and newthe sparrows were brighter than peacocks here,and their dogs outran our fallow deer,and honey-bees had lost their stings,and horses were born with eagles' wings:and just as i became assuredmy lame foot would be speedily cured,the music stopped and i stood still,and found myself outside the hill,left alone against my will,to go now limping as before,and never hear of that country more!"xivalas, alas for hamelin!there came into many a burgher's patea text which says that heaven¹s gateopes to the rich at as easy rateas the needle's eye takes a camel in!the mayor sent east, west, north and south,to offer the piper, by word of mouthwherever it was men's lot to find himsilver and gold to his heart¹s contentif he'd only return the way he went,and bring the children behind him.but when they saw 'twas a lost endeavor,and piper and dancers were gone forever,they made a decree that lawyers nevershould think their records dated dulyif, after the day of the month and year,these words did not as well appear,and so long after what happened hereon the twenty-second of july,thirteen hundred and seventy-six:and the better in memory to fixthe place of the children's last retreat,they called it, the pied piper's street--where any one playing on pipe or taborwas sure for the future to lose his labor.nor suffered they hostelry or tavernto shock with mirth a street so solemn,but opposite the place of the cavernthey wrote the story on a column,and on the great church-window paintedthe same, to make the world acquaintedhow their children were stolen away,and there it stands to this very day.and i must not omit to saythat, in transylvania there's a tribeof alien people who ascribethe outlandish ways and dresson which their neighbors lay such stress,to their fathers and mothers having risenout of some subterraneous prisoninto which they were trepannedlong time ago in a mighty bandout of hamelin town in brunswick land,but how or why they don't understand.xvso, willy, let you and me be wipersof scores out with all men -- especially pipers!and, whether pipe us free from rats or from mice,if we've promised them ought, let us keep our promise.
(insidious - 9 Mart 2003 11:16)
(bkz: peter & max)
(nomadrider - 23 Ekim 2013 02:23)
(bkz: the whistler)
(eben - 24 Ekim 2013 02:39)
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