Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Day 184: I like to say 'fortnight' just for the sound of it.

Hello. How do you do, today? Alright, I have a confession to make. I watched the film Jane Eyre yesterday, and have been thinking with an English accent ever since.
(It happened when I read the book, too. It happens when I read any Bronte, Austen, Dickens novel, etc…).
Quite honestly, I feel it gets my mind to sift through the upper echelons of vocabulary. Written English was at its finest during that time. Oh, to speak like a Bronte novel and not be ridiculed amongst my peers! I would not miss colloquialism in the slightest, should it ever be banished from communication.
(You see, what’s happening here? All day like this.)
If Charlotte Bronte had me speak, how sharp the wit off my tongue would seem. And expressing my affections for a lover would be a thing of great elegance. In fact, I suspect, that should I state my sincere displeasure with someone in this manner, the strike would be memorable, if not effectual. Ah, yes. An unhappy temper could be a feast of words!
(People in London are cringing the same way they do when Madonna speaks, I know).

Unfortunately, my date of birth urges compliance with standardized modern language. It’s not my favorite, but I shall make due. Laugh at me, if you will. I am a funny bird. Not a plain one. With that, I bid you good night.
(Oh brother…)

6 comments:

  1. "If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the Universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees — my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath — a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff — he's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being — so, don't talk of our separation again — it is impracticable."

    Something like that? Right. Brilliant. :))

    (couldn't agree more. and i can practically hear your lovely english accent). :) xoxo

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  2. i do this all the time too :) it's fun. one of the reasons why i love such classics.

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  3. Something to help you with RP English; in particular the 'long' a.
    (What I'd give to hear this!:-) )

    Father's car is a Jaguar
    And Pa drives rather fast
    Castles , farms and draughty barns
    We go charging past.

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  4. @Ralph: The Bronte sisters knew how to write passion and/or sexual tension. One of the best stories for that was Wuthering Heights. Great passage. I read the opening chapter before bed last night, incidentally.

    @lines: What a relief I'm not the only one!

    @David: knew you'd get a chuckle out of that one. I repeated your poem several times in traffic this morning. Had a good laugh. I also like to practice the "long" o with:
    "How Now Brown Cow?"

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  5. I'd love to have heard you; did it sound anything like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGTPWbLvrz8&feature=player_embedded

    It made me hoot with laughter!

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  6. That is hilarious!!!
    I will practice every night.

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