Monday, September 22, 2008

From Deirdre of the Sorrows

NAISI (on seeing Deirdre) -- transfixed with amazement -- And it is you who go around in the woods making the thrushes bear a grudge against the heavens for the sweetness of your voice singing.
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DEIRDRE -- softly -- This night I have the best company in the whole world.
NAISI -- still a little formally -- It is I who have the best company, for when you're queen in Emain you will have none to be your match or fellow.
DEIRDRE.  I will not be queen in Emain. 
NAISI.  Conchubor has made an oath you will, surely.
DEIRDRE.  It's for that maybe I'm called Deirdre, the girl of many sorrows . . . for it's a sweet life you and I could have, Naisi. It should be a sweet thing to have what is best and richest, if it's for a short space only.
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Are you thinking I'd go out after hares when I've had your lips in my sight? (Naisi to Deirdre)

4 comments:

Navarino said...

If Dierdre's voice were a colour...what range would it be?

Ning said...

what kind of question is that?
anyway, somewhat-whitish-cold-steamy. (hm. how can it be cold and steamy?)

Navarino said...

Whitish-cold-steamy!!! Hahahahaha
I picture Dierdre's voice as sky-blue to maroon to lilies of the valley to Tyrian purple.

Ning said...

haha wow.
nice.
thats pretty vague though.