Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for April 22, 2010
April 21, 2010
April 23, 2010
Transcript:
Voice: We're here at the behest of our superior. Laura: Leave us alone! Voice: We must speak to you! Laura: Should we open the door? Adam: Why not? How bad could english-lit thugs be? Laura: Right. "Sticks and stones..." Adam: Okay. We're gonna open the door. But no rough stuff. Voice: Duly noted. No Thomas Pynchon, no James Joyce.
I’m no Man Who Would Be King, rricchhterrrrrr. A king is a thing… A thing of what? Nothing. (There’s a fair thought to lie between maids’ legs.)
A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, For and a shrouding sheet: O, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet.
“A spade? What wilt thou do? thou wilt not neuter me?”
I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. … What should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all, and we’ll steal your tarts, and take them clean away. Get thee to a bakery, and soon!
Young men will do ‘t, If they come to ‘t, By Coq! they are to blame!
O what a roué and pleasant knave am I!
The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. So try our coffins built for two, Something something something screw! [Needs work. - Ed.]
There. I’m Donne.