And from now on, that will be your job. America, wonderful land of the Arapaho, Cheyenne, Chippewa, Sioux, Apache, Iroquois. Poetry, boys. And the chiefs! Listen. Kicking Bear, Rain-in-the-Face, Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, and the man himself, the genius Geronimo. Stock your minds, boys, and you can move through the world... resplendent. Clarke, define “resplendent.” – I think it’s shining, sir. – Pithy but adequate. McCourt, give us a sentence with “pithy.” Clarke is pithy but adequate, sir. Adroit, McCourt. You have a mind for the priesthood, my boy, or politics. Tell you mother to come and see me. Hoppy O’Halloran told Mam... to take me to the Christian Brothers-- to say he sent me, and I was a bright boy... and ought to be going to secondary school... and maybe to university even. I wish he’d mind his own business. I want to quit school forever and get a job with wages every Friday night... and go to the pictures every Saturday like everybody else. I’ve come to see Brother Murray. I don’t know why we bothered. They took one look at us... – What do you want? – This is my son Frank. and said no. Francis, will you listen to me? Are you listening? I am. You’re never to let anybody slam the door in your face again. Do you hear me? I do. Impurity. I say again, impurity. Impurity is so grave a sin... the Virgin Mary turns her face away and weeps. She weeps when she looks down... that long, dreary vista of time... and beholds in horror the spectacle of Limerick boys... defiling themselves, polluting themselves, soiling their young bodies which are the temple of the Holy Ghost. Interfering with themselves. We pray to the Virgin Mary to say we’re sorry... because we can’t stop interfering with ourselves. – The dong! – The dong! – The prick! – The prick! – The dick! – The dick! – The langer! – The langer! – The excitement! – The excitement! – The excitement? – Yeah, the excitement. Yeah, I heard of that. Paddy Clohessy found a priest to confess our hideous sins to. He’s 90 years old and deaf as a turnip. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been ages since me last confession. I’ve been masturbating. Except one day, he died and didn’t tell us. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a fort-- It’s been a fortnight since my last confession. And what have you done since then, my child? I, uh, I hit my brother. I lied to my mother. Yes, my child. And what else? Uh, I did dirty things, Father. Ah, my child, was that with yourself or with another? Or with some class of beast? Beast? I never heard of a sin like that, Father. This priest must be from the country. He’s opening up new worlds for me. I’ll just take him up his last mug of tea. It’s a disgrace... that boys like McCourt... and Clarke and Kennedy... have to hew wood and draw water... in this so-called free and independent Ireland... that keeps a class system foisted on us by the English. Well, it disgusts me. We throw our talented children onto the dung heap. If this is the end of school for you, you must get out of this country, boys, and go to America. McCourt, do you hear me? I do, sir. Laman Griffin was drunk every night. Worst still was Fridays when we had to watch him eat his fish and chips. Woman, boil some water for tea. We’ve no coal or turf. You useless great lump, living free under me roof with you snotty-nosed pack of brats. You. Go to the shop for a few sods and some kindling. Come on. Or are you as useless as your mother? Did you empty the chamber pot today? Shite. I left it on the stairs. You stand there with your thick gob and tell me you didn’t do it? I’m sorry. I forgot. I’ll do it now. – He couldn’t do it. – Shut up, woman. It was his last day at school, and he had to go to the doctor. I said, shut up, woman! You can’t tell us to shut up. You’re not our father! If I have to get ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Десять негритят на английском - текст Письма с Иводзимы на английском - текст Леди Джейн на английском - текст Жестокий романс на английском - текст До мозга костей на английском |