I am slain!
Name: call me Sieglinde.
Age (no one under 13, please): 25. But I began to read the Bard at 10.
Location: Hungary.
Three positive adjectives: natural, beautiful, innocent
Three negative adjectives: fluffy, pink, kawaii (yes, I'm evil)
Driving purpose in life (motivation, goals, etc . . . ): To get my writings published.
Tragic flaw (if you were a tragic figure, what would your downfall be?): Wrath.
Interests: Age of Sail, opera, theatre, darker musicals, metal, Discworld
Favorite genre of movies or books: movies: western, mafia epics, chambara, wuxia, books: historical, fantasy, magic realism, sea epics and 19th century classics
Prefer power, love, or justice? Justice.
Prefer to kill or be killed? Kill! Preferably with a nice sword. Or razor. Or revolver.
Prefer to commit suicide or homicide? Homicide, thank you. I'm totally with the Than here.
Meaningful song lyrics:
Actually, meaningful opera lyrics, since I'm not into pop music.
From Britten's Billy Budd. The bad guy's big monologue. I'm fond of villains.
Now, imagine a very low, very black bass sound...
O, Beauty! O, Handsomeness, Goodness!
Would that I had never encountered you!
Would that I lived in my own world always,
In that depravity to which I was born.
There I found peace of a sort,
There I established an order
Such as reigns in Hell.
But alas, alas!
The light shines in the darkness,
And the darkness comprehends it
And suffers!
O, Beauty! O, Handsomeness, Goodness!
Would that I'd never seen you!
Would that I'd never seen you!
Having seen you, what choice remains to me?
None! None!
I am doomed to annihilate you,
I am vowed to your destruction!
I shall wipe you off the face of the earth,
Off this tiny, floating fragment of earth,
Off this ship where Fortune has led you.
First I shall trouble your happiness.
I shall mutilate and silence the body where you dwell.
It shall hang from the yardarm.
It shall fall into the depths of the sea.
And all shall be as if nothing had been.
No! You cannot escape.
With Hate and Envy,
I am stronger than Love.
So may it be!
So may it be!
O, Beauty! O, Handsomeness, Goodness!
You are surely in my power tonight!
Nothing can defend you!
Nothing can defend you!
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
So may it be!
So may it be!
For what hope remains if Love can escape?
If Love still lives and grows strong
Where I cannot enter,
What hope is there in my own dark world for me?
No! I cannot believe it!
No! That were torment too keen!
I, John Claggart,
Master at Arms upon The Indomitable,
Have you in my power,
And I will destroy you!
I will destroy you!
More random information of interest: Since there was no favourite play question, I put it here: Julius Caesar.