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Language Classes, Friday, Oct. 21
As he did last Friday, Dream has stocked the table at the front of the room with candy, popcorn and sodas and rolled in a large-screen TV.
Hello.
We are watching movies again today. Classics students, here is a filmed production of Oedipus Rex. I was not satisfied with the filmed versions of the play that I could find in this world; here is one pulled from the dreams of Sophocles.
Languages of Asia students, we will continue Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon from last week. You should be able to pick out certain words and phrases in the dialogue, though Mandarin and Cantonese are quite different.
As always, I remind you that I will pay special attention to students who fall asleep during the films.
Hello.
We are watching movies again today. Classics students, here is a filmed production of Oedipus Rex. I was not satisfied with the filmed versions of the play that I could find in this world; here is one pulled from the dreams of Sophocles.
Languages of Asia students, we will continue Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon from last week. You should be able to pick out certain words and phrases in the dialogue, though Mandarin and Cantonese are quite different.
As always, I remind you that I will pay special attention to students who fall asleep during the films.
Re: Classics, 10/21
Miss Belmont? Where are you?
Re: Classics, 10/21
Before her, the ominous silhouette of a castle rises against a dark red sky. The air is thick with smoke, and smells of decay and death, and she can feel a wave of heat pulsing at her back.
In an instant, the scene changes, and she is walking towards a small, yet modest farmhouse in the rural countryside. An old man stands in the doorway, leaning on a crutch, and stares up at her with pleading eyes. She runs forward to embrace him, but when she reaches for him she notices that her hands are covered in blood. He shakes his head sadly, and she falls to her knees.
Again, there is a change of scenery, and now she kneels before two small headstones. A tiny cherub rests between the graves, and seems to watch her every movement. Someone behind her speaks: Savior of our people, powerless to stop him... She shakes her head furiously, her fingers digging into the dirt around her. She refuses to turn around.