*indeterminate disbelieving noise*
So, yesterday I went with a bunch of people to the Imperial War Museum, but that's not what the *noise* was for. It was amazing, yes, though depressing--hard-core depressing, like Keele's class depressing--and that's mostly because the museum is so dang good. In the big WWI/WWII exhibit, they have a part that's actually a reconstruction of a WWI trench that you can walk through... it's disconcerting and creepy to the extreme. And while I know even that isn't perfectly realistic--after all, we weren't wallowing in mud or breathing in poisonous gases--but I still had to lean in to hear the kid reading a letter to his father, because it was hard to make out over the sounds of the guns and bombs. Sometimes you didn't see one of the mannequins standing right next to you until there was an explosion to outline their profile. And after peering into the aid station, where there's a surgeon and a young man bleeding with a heart-wrenching look in the eyes staring out of his pale face, you turn and falter, because you're suddenly face to face with a guy supporting his comrade toward the station, and you can see where he's been wounded, because there's blood seeping from the bandage around his head, running down his cheek like a soldier's tears.
These men weep in red.
My own tears seemed somehow so inadequate.
...
But anyway, the *noise*... So, after deciding we were depressed enough (between WWI and the exhibit called "The Children's War"--*pleure*--Jenni and I decided to go to the British Library, just to see what was there.
[Insert *Noise* Here]
An early copy of the Magna Carta. Letters from British monarchs. Musical scores in Mozart's and Beethoven's and Chopin's own hand. Finnegan's Wake in Joyce's. Persuasion in Austen's. Shakespeare's first folio. The one and only Medieval manuscript of Beowulf--our one and only source for the poem. The Lindisfarne Gospels.
Dude.
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Yeah...
Oh, and my other favorite thing was from the National Sound Archive that they have snippets of in the same room--hearing "The Isle of Innisfree" in Yeats's own voice. I love his accent. And when he reads, it sounds like he's singing, something like an old sean nos song.
But anyway. I have to go to class, so I shall leave you with that.
Oh, and Ki--I understand now. There is definitely a "review bubble," and I'm definitely floating on it right now. :)
These men weep in red.
My own tears seemed somehow so inadequate.
...
But anyway, the *noise*... So, after deciding we were depressed enough (between WWI and the exhibit called "The Children's War"--*pleure*--Jenni and I decided to go to the British Library, just to see what was there.
[Insert *Noise* Here]
An early copy of the Magna Carta. Letters from British monarchs. Musical scores in Mozart's and Beethoven's and Chopin's own hand. Finnegan's Wake in Joyce's. Persuasion in Austen's. Shakespeare's first folio. The one and only Medieval manuscript of Beowulf--our one and only source for the poem. The Lindisfarne Gospels.
Dude.
Yeah...
Oh, and my other favorite thing was from the National Sound Archive that they have snippets of in the same room--hearing "The Isle of Innisfree" in Yeats's own voice. I love his accent. And when he reads, it sounds like he's singing, something like an old sean nos song.
But anyway. I have to go to class, so I shall leave you with that.
Oh, and Ki--I understand now. There is definitely a "review bubble," and I'm definitely floating on it right now. :)