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Hello, cloudlings!
If everyone attaches her/his lines to this post, then ordering them should be a cinch for the lovely person who volunteers to do so (and thereby endear her-/himself to the whole class). Make sure to include p#s, and to enter your name EACH TIME before the line starts (this will make compiling and knowing whose lines are whose easier). For the sake of example:
p 345, Chorus (Michele): "Get thee to a thinkery!"
Sometime scarily soon I'll be posting your paper prompt. Your paper is still due on April 12 (or whatever day on which the Wednesday of that week falls).
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posted by magisterludi at
9:39 PM
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Sydney Henriques-Payne
Rhetorical Process
The Clouds: Lines
Page 79-83:
Student (Sydney): GO to blazes! (Opens the door) Who’s been making that that racket?
Student (Sydney): What kind of fool are you? Do you realize that by your violent and unphilosophical kicking of the door you have rendered an important discovery totally abortive?
Student (Sydney): It is not permitted to divulge it to non-members of the institute
Student (Sydney): (Coming out and closing the door) Very well, but you must treat this as a holy secret. Socrates, a moment ago, Asked Chaerephon’s how many of its own feet a flea could jump. One of them had just bitten Chaerephon’s eyebrow and jumped over on to Socrates’ head.
Student (Sydney): In a very elegant way. He melted some way and put the flea’s feet into it, so that when it set the flea had a stylish pair of slippers on. And then he took the slippers off and used them to measure out the distance. (Illustrates)
Student (Sydney): Like to hear about another of Socrates’ clever ideas?
Student (Sydney): Chaerephon once asked Socrates whether he was of the opinion that gnats produced their hum by way of the mouth or the rear end.
Student (Sydney): The intestinal passage of the gnat’, he said, ‘is very narrow, and consequently the wind is forced to go straight through to the rear end. And the arsehole, being an orifice forming the exit from this narrow passage, makes a noise owing to the force of this wind.
Student (Sydney): Then, the day before yesterday he was robbed of a great thought by a lizard.
Student (Sydney): Well, he was doing some research on the movements and revolutions of the moon, gazing upwards, open-mouthed, and then… this gecko SHAT on him from the ceiling in the dark.
(Student opens the door to reveal sickly looking students)
Student (Sydney): What are you so surprised about? What did you think they were?
Student (Sydney): They are doing research on things that are under the earth.
Student (Sydney): They are investigating the lowest reaches of the underworld
Student (Sydney): It’s learning to do astronomy—all by itself. (To other students) Go inside. What’ll he say if he sees you out here?
Student (Sydney): Can’t do that. Mustn’t stay too long outside in the fresh air.
Student (Sydney): This is for astronomy
Student (Sydney): Geometry
Student (Sydney): And this, you see is a map of the WHOLE world. Look, here’s Athens
Student (Sydney): No really, this area is Greece all right. (Looks around and sees Socrates) It’s him!
Student (Sydney): Socrates!
Student (Sydney): No, I haven’t got time you do it yourself. (Exit student)
Page 80:
Chorus (Sydney): Where they hold to Dionysus
Joyous feast at start of spring
Hear the pipes and hear the Chorus
In melodious contest sing
Page 94:
Chorus (Sydney): Because, though far advanced in years,
You do not find it scary
To get a tincture of ideas – Quite Revolutionary
Page 97:
Chorus (Sydney): Just reflect what care we take your city to protect.
If you send troops out on a foolish mission, our rain or thunder stops the expedition.
Page 117:
Chorus (ALL): Whoop! There it is!
Page 124:
Chorus (Sydney): Consider carefully how you can win.
The facts compel us to believe, the boy has something up his sleeve
Observe the shameless frame of mind he’s in!
Page 130:
Chorus (ALL): Lead the way out: we’ve done, I think I’d say, sufficient choral service
for today
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magisterludi, at 8:54 AM
Jasmine's lines:
PAGE: 108
CHARACTER: Right/Strong
Strong: This way. Let the audience see you. You’re always such a show off anyway.
Weak:
Strong: Trounce me? What do you think you are?
Weak:
Strong: Yes, a wrong Argument
Weak:
Strong: How d’you think you’ll manage to do that?
Weak:
Strong: Yes, they’re in a fashion now, aren’t they – because of those morons out there [indicating the audience]
Weak:
Strong: Anyway, I’ll thrash you.
Weak: Oh, how?
Strong: Simply by presenting the case for justice.
Weak:
Strong: No such thing?!
Weak:
Strong: With the gods, of course.
Weak:
Strong: Ugh, you make me want to puke. Fetch me a basin, somebody!
Weak:
Strong: And you’re just a shameless out-of-condition young pansy
Weak:
Strong: And an irresponsible, flippant verbalizer
Weak:
Strong: And you beat your father.
Weak:
Strong: Lead, more like, or so they’d have said in my time.
Weak:
Strong: Your shameless audacity is beyond belief.
Weak:
PAGE: 109
Strong: You’re the one that encourages our adolescents to drop out of school. One day Athens will wake up to what you’ve been doing to these young people who don’t know any better.
Weak:
Strong: Yes, I do, if he wants to have a decent life and know how to do something besides talking.
Weak:
Leader:
Strong: I agree.
Weak:
PAGE: 110
Leader:
Strong: I’ll tell you about the way boys were brought up in the old days – the days when I was all the rage and it was actually fashionable to be decent. First of all, children were supposed to be seen and not heard – not a sound. Then, all the boys of the district were expected to walk together through the streets to their music-master’s, quietly and with decorum, and without cloaks, even if it was snowing confetti – and they did. And when they got there he would make them learn some of the old songs by heart –like ‘Pallas, great sacker of cities’ or ‘Let the glad strain sound afar’ – singing them to the traditional tunes their fathers handed down, and on no account pressing their thighs together. And if any of them did anything disreputable, tying up the melody in knots with changes of mode and rhythm – the sort of thing Phrynis introduced, which they all do no – why, he was given a sound thrashing for insulting the Muses. Then in the gymnasium, when they sat down, they were expected to keep there legs well up, so as not to – so as not to torment us with desire; and when they got up, they had to smooth down the sand, so as not to leave any marks on it for their admirers to feast their eyes on. What’s more, [sternly] they never oiled themselves below the belt, [dreamily] and their privates looked like peaches, all velvety and dewy; and you wouldn’t see a boy being his own pimp, walking along making eyes at his lovers and putting on a soft tender voice, oh no! They weren’t allowed to take so much as a radish head at dinner, or any of the dill or celery if their elders wanted it; they never ate posh fish, they never giggled, they never stood with their legs crossed –
Weak:
Strong: Be that as it may, that’s the sort of discipline that I used to rear the men who fought at Marathon. What does your
PAGE: 111
Strong cont.: kind do for your young men? You teach them to wrap themselves in cloaks up to the eyebrows. And when I saw one of them dancing at the Panathenaea, and he let his shield drop to his haunches, why, I nearly choked __ the insult to our beloved goddess! [To Pheidippides] So choose Right, my lad choose me, and have no fear. Keep away from the Market Square, and the public baths too. If you ever so something shameful, show you’re ashamed. If someone makes fun of you, flare up. If you’re sitting down and an older person approaches, stand up. Don’t show disrespect for you parents, or do anything disgraceful that would defile the face of Modesty. Don’t run after dancing-girls; you never know what may happen – suppose some little whore chucks an apple at you as a come-and-get-me? your reputation’s gone in an instant. Don’t ever contradict your father or call him and old fogey, of course he’s older than you, that’s how he was able to bring you up before you could fly on your own, so you shouldn’t insult him with it.
Weak:
Strong:
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magisterludi, at 8:55 AM
Page 86
Chorus (Lyndi): Where the initiated worship
At the great Eleusis shrine,
Through its opened gates beholding
Secrets of the world divine;
Page 93
Leader (Lyndi) [to Socrates]: Time to take your pupil through the preliminaries. You must stir up his mind a bit, test his intelligence.
Page 96
Chorus (Lyndi): Father renowned who nourishest all creatures,
Ether, most holy, thee we also call;
And him who drives the fiery solar chariot,
Whose brilliant rays pervade earth, sky and all.
Page 112
Chorus (Lyndi): O how sweet are your words and how modest your thought,
You noble and glorious sage!
How we envy the happiness of those whom you taught-
They lived in a real Golden Age!
Page 121-122
Second Creditor (Lyndi): Oh my! Oh my!
Second Creditor (Lyndi): Why do you want to know who I am? I am a man of sorrows.
Second Creditor (Lyndi): Oh cruel divinity that smashed my chariot!
Pallas, thou hast destroyed me utterly.
Second Creditor (Lyndi): Stop making fun of me, man. Tell your son to pay me back the money he took from me. He ought to anyway, and especially when I’m in a state like this.
Second Creditor (Lyndi): The money he borrowed.
Second Creditor (Lyndi): Yes, by the gods, I fell off my chariot.
Second Creditor (Lyndi): Nonsense? I only want my own money back!
Second Creditor (Lyndi): Why not?
Second Creditor (Lyndi): I’m fairly sure that you’re going to get a summons from me, if you don’t pay up.
Second Creditor (Lyndi): I don’t know, and I don’t care.
Second Creditor (Lyndi): Look, if you’re short of cash, you can just pay the interest for now.
Second Creditor (Lyndi): Well, it’s just the way that a sum of money keeps getting bigger, month by month, day by day, as time runs on.
Second Creditor (Lyndi): No, it’s the same size; there would be something wrong if it wasn’t.
Second Creditor (Lyndi): Help! Assault!
Second Creditor (Lyndi): This is criminal outrage!
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