Originally posted by Richard Tarleton
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The Eternal Breakfast Debate in a New Place
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It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Don Petter
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Don Petter
Originally posted by jean View PostTen lines, surely? A double limerick?
Oh, my name is John Wellington Wells
I'm a dealer in magic and spells
In blessings and curses
And ever-filled purses
In prophecies, witches, and knells
If you want a proud foe to "make tracks"
If you'd melt a rich uncle in wax
You've but to look in on our resident Djinn
Number seventy, Simmery Axe
but the MIT Players website has:
Oh! my name is John Wellington Wells,
I'm a dealer in magic and spells,
In blessings and curses
And ever-filled purses,
In prophecies, witches, and knells.
If you want a proud foe to "make tracks"--
If you'd melt a rich uncle in wax--
You've but to look in
On the resident Djinn,
Number seventy, Simmery Axe!
Which also has one word difference. Does anyone have the urtext?
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Originally posted by french frank View PostNo, I meant CB-H played it on 4.7 as well. But as the now departed Controller would quickly have pointed out: "Not the same movement." Nor the same performer - last time it was the version in the SCC Top 20: this time it was Hoolián Bréam (no, she didn't really!).
This morning there was a request for the Britten Variations on a Theme by Frank Bridge in the "Best of British" thingy. Blimey, I thought, that'll soak up 20 minutes and they'll cut out the quarterly hour news. Not to worry though we got just the opening theme and the first variation so we could be kept abreast of the vital news we had heard just 15 minutes previously.O Wort, du Wort, das mir Fehlt!
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Originally posted by Bax-of-Delights View PostWell, C B-H lobbed in the Intermezzo from Kodaly's Hary Janos Suite last Friday and hey presto! it popped up again in Rob Cowan's Sunday morning programme just 48 hours later.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by Richard Tarleton View PostI returned from putting out the rubbish just now to hear the strains of the last movement of same (Mrs T had surreptitiously tuned in to Breakfast). CB-H completely mangled Aranjuez, I couldn't begin to render her version phonetically .
1. A 'soft' c, following i is pronounced as unvoiced th (as in thin, not ch as in chat - that's Italian). So Conthierto.
2. de is pronounced much like Deh in Italian (or like English 'day' before a vowel), not duh which is more like French
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a) Aranjuez is stressed on the final syllable, not the first: nouns/proper names are stressed on the final if they end in a consonant.
b) the j is like a strongly aspirated 'h', and slightly guttural
c) the final z in Castilian is like the soft c - th. At a pinch, S. American pronunciation is 's' (as in sip), but not z (in zip).
ConTHIERto day Ar(r)an(C)HHHUETH would be a reasonable attempt. But don't exaggerate.
This may be a breach of copyright:
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Richard Tarleton
Originally posted by french frank View PostNo, I meant CB-H played it on 4.7 as well. But as the now departed Controller would quickly have pointed out: "Not the same movement." Nor the same performer - last time it was the version in the SCC Top 20: this time it was Hoolián Bréam (no, she didn't really!).
When I saw Williams and the LSO do it 40 years ago the trumpets were lounging back in their seats in the third movement and appeared to be chatting as they waited for their cue....
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Originally posted by Don Petter View Post...Does anyone have the urtext?
Not sure how authoritative it is, but it's our not the resident Djinn.
And...who knew?
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Don Petter
Originally posted by jean View PostMy mother's copy of the complete text of the Savoy Operas (Macmillan 1939, presented to my father during their engagement in an unsuccessful attempt to convert him to G & S) has a gap between the two limericks, and the third and fourth line of each indented.
Not sure how authoritative it is, but it's our not the resident Djinn.
And...who knew?
I did know about Simmery, but not sure how widespread that knowledge would be these days.
I am now thinking of entering a strict Learian order in which all limericks must end first and last lines with the same word.
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Originally posted by jean View PostMy mother's copy of the complete text of the Savoy Operas (Macmillan 1939, presented to my father during their engagement in an unsuccessful attempt to convert him to G & S) has a gap between the two limericks, and the third and fourth line of each indented.
Not sure how authoritative it is, but it's our not the resident Djinn.
And...who knew?
I have the same information as you regarding the layout and words, in my 1956 edition of the same book, so no corroboration there. It was given to me by a pupil in response to something I taught them in class - probably Little Buttercup, though I cannot tell why. Unlike your father I was, and am, quite a fan.
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Originally posted by Padraig View Post...But wait... you knew all the time didn't you?
I described the book as my mother's, but it wasn't, was it, if she gave it to my father? But I think he never really took possession.
I love her inscription, though:
'For he is a judge - and a good judge, too!'
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Yes, I did too (at least, I knew what the words meant, but not every bit of the detail) because I look up that kind of thing, like:
"Expressive glances
Shall be our lances
And pops of Sillery
Our light artillery ..." [Princess Ida]
And who Captain Shaw was
"Oh, Captain Shaw,
Type of true love kept under,
Could thy brigade with cold cascade,
Quench my great love, I wonder ...". [Iolanthe]It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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I slept through Breakfast this morning, but a friend, staying with us at present, has just remarked that the presenter was so intense in her gasping for breath, that she needs anxiety counselling. I told her not to worry, as this does not appear to be a problem for this presenter, as all the Radio 3 a.m. presenters are evidently taught to do it.
But it was interesting hear this comment from an unbiased neutral.
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