Dylan Thomas - Under Milk Wood Flashcards
(16 cards)
VOICE OF THE A GUIDE-BOOK: “Less than five-hundred souls…”
“Less than five hundred souls inhabit the three quaint streets and the few narrow by-lanes and scattered farmsteads that constitute this small, decaying watering-place which may, indeed, be called a ‘backwater of life’ without disrespect to its natives”
VOICE OF A GUIDE-BOOK: “… the contemplative may…”
VOICE OF A GUIDE-BOOK: “… the contemplative may, if sufficiently attracted to spare it some leisurely hours, find, in its cobbled streets and its little fishing harbour, in its several curious customs, and in the conversation of its local ‘characters,’ some of that picturesque sense of the past so frequently lacking in towns and villages”
SECOND VOICE: “Never such seas…”
“Never such seas as any that swamped the decks of his S.S. Kidwelly bellying over the bedclothes and jellyfish-slippery sucking him down salt deep into the Davy dark where the fish come biting out and nibble him down to his wishbone, and the long dead nuzzle up to him.”
SECOND DROWNED: “Do you see me…”
SECOND DROWNED: Do you see me, Captain? the white bone talking? I’m Tom-Fred the donkey man… we shared the same girl once… her name was Mrs Probert…
WOMAN’S VOICE: Rosie Probert, thirty three Duck Lane. Come on up, boys, I’m dead.
Voices: “And who brings…”
“How’s it…”
“Rock…”
“When she…”
CAPTAIN CAT: “Oh, my…
“And who brings coconuts and shawls and parrots my my Gwen now?”
“How’s it above?”
“Rock-a-bye baby?”
“When she smiles, is there dimples?”
CAPTAIN CAT: Oh, my dead dears!
CHILD: “Captain Cat is…”
“He’s got a…”
FIRST VOICE: “the child says…”
“Captain Cat is crying”
“He’s got a nose like strawberries”
“the child says, then she forgets him too.”
FIRST VOICE: “Like a cat…”
FIRST VOICE: Like a cat, he sees in the dark. Through the voyages of his tears he sails to see the dead
FIRST VOICE: “Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard… sits, erect…”
FIRST VOICE: Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard… sits, erect as a dry dream on a high-backed hygienic chair and wills herself to cold, quick sleep
FIRST VOICE: “… acid love…”
FIRST VOICE: … acid love in her voice for one of the two shambling phantoms. Mr Ogmore hopes that it is not for him. So does Mr Pritchard.
MR OGMORE AND MR PRITCHARD: “We must take…”
MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD (Coldly): “And then…”
MR OGMORE AND MR PRITCHARD: We must take our pyjamas from the drawer marked pyjamas.
MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD (Coldly): And then you must take them off.
FIRST VOICE: “There is no known likeness…”
REV. ELI JENKINS: “Poor…”
“to die…”
FIRST VOICE: There is no known likeness of his father Esau, who, undogcollared because of his little weakness, was scythed to the bone one harvest by mistake…
REV. ELI JENKINS: Poor Dad… to die of drink and agriculture
FIRST VOICE: “You can hear…”
FIRST VOICE: You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing. Only your eyes are unclosed to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep
FIRST VOICE: “the jolly…”
“in the wet…”
“It is to-night in…”
“It is night neddying…”
FIRST VOICE: “the jollyrogered sea”
“in the wetnosed yards”
“It is to-night in Donkey Street trotting silent, with seaweed on its hooves, along the cockled cobbles…”
“It is night neddying among the snuggeries of babies”
FIRST VOICE: “The principality…”
FIRST VOICE: The principality of the sky lightens now, over our green hill, into spring morning larked and crowed and belling.
REV. ELI JENKINS: “Dear Gwalia!…”
REV. ELI JENKINS: Dear Gwalia! I know there are / Towns lovelier than ours, / And fairer hills and loftier far, / And groves more full of flowers… / And bright with birds’ adorning… / Their praise this beauteous morning
REV. ELI JENKINS: “A tiny dingle…”
REV. ELI JENKINS: A tiny dingle is Milk Wood / By Golden Grove ‘neath Granger / To stroll among our trees and stray / … And never, never leave the town
