Some Cyrano
Some stories, tales, plays, and such are so filled to overflowing, packed down, and heaped high with lines that stimulate the mind and pluck the strings of the soul that they are beyond comprehension--or rather, they exceed the bounds of my ability to recall, my stage of recollection being riddled with portals to oblivion. Therefore, I'm posting some bits from Hooker's translation of Cyrano de Bergerac that I had enjoyed and forgotten. De Guiche : Let him rewrite a few lines here and there, and he'll approve the rest of it. Cyrano : Impossible. My blood curdles to think of altering one comma. De Guiche : Ah, but when he likes a thing, he pays well. Cyrano : Yes--but not so well as I--When I have made a line that sings itself so that I love the sound of it--I pay myself a hundred times. De Guiche: You are proud, my friend. Cyrano : You have observed that? ___ Cyrano : To sing, to laugh, to dream, To walk in my own way and be alone, Free, with an eye to see things as the...