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Beloved Johnnie. Perhaps this recording only occultly reveals his profound knowledge of the role and how to shape its energies in a satisfying and theatrical way, eight times a week...

Johny was very pretty young man and very glorious in age. ❤

👑👑👑🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️That's Greatest dramatic voice.

The fellow in the middle's name is Professor James Moriarty; on the right we have Dr. John Watson, and on the left the world's greatest consulting detective.

Excellent delivery

Your voice sounds like James Earl Jones! Excellent reading & story! Thanka for your post!! Have a great Thankagiving 🦃 2023! 🫠💥💫💥💫

I couldn't tell you how many times I've seen sweaty. I remember seeing em in Seattle wa and they had the guitarist of cryptic slaughter. They always put on a great show!!! Funky ass dave!!!!

This song hits so hard in the shower

Fantastico sentire Rex Harrison e la sua splendida voce che attore!

Look down the road just as far as I could see A man had my woman and the blues had me Tell me how long Do I have to wait? Oh, can I get you now, or must I hesitate? I ain't no doctor but the doctor's son Can't do the doctor till the doctor's done Tell me how long Must I have to wait? Can I get you now, or must I hesitate? I got the hesitation stockings, the hesitation shoes Oh my Lord, I got the hesitation blues Tell me how long Do I have to wait? Can I get you now, or must I hesitate? Can I get you now, or must I hesitate?

The hidden gem ❤

"..If thou must choose Between the chances, choose the odd; Read The New Yorker, trust in God; And take short views" 6:41

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I drive with my husband in his tow truck sometimes and when he asks what I want o eat. I often say, “I don’t want no cold cornbread and molasses.”f ing” I love this song.

Who rem if I had a hammer, my grandpa bought me trini lopez version..ty 4 sir lawrence jesus2!!!

Love jael of the tent pegs

Hamlet dunking on the clowns for their bad improv skills that distract from the show will never not be funny to me. It gives me flashbacks to all my days of community theater. It’s even funnier to remember that Prince Hamlet was basically a Viking. It’s set in Denmark in ages long past. 600 years ago for Shakespeare was the year 1000. You always picture Hamlet in this elaborate Elizabethan garb. But I want you to imagine this Hamlet in a fine, soft-spun wool tunic, hemmed in tablet weave, wearing silver jewelry, standing in red leather turn shoes, contemplating suicide in a low hall. Far more closed in and shuttered than in high castle walls

Goodbye Hamlet old friend, Goodbye Forever! Yup on the list.

You gotta love this guy!

I like the way it sounds in my mind better. I first encountered this poem when I was 10 years old, and I somewhat understood the part about the torturer's horse, and felt sad for it. I revisited the poem at different years of my growing up, and now, 30 years later, hear it again, only it tremors inside my rib cage, and my heart is tired, and I feel like I understand what it is like to be so immersed in staying alive, I almost have no more room for my suffering. This will always be among my favorites.

What instrument is David playing? It sounds like a banjo/mandolin combo.

I’ve long wished for a full recording of this production.

Olivier was at times criticised for being too theatrical but his voice brings to these readings a power I've not experienced before and stand in awe at the way Olivier uses his voice as an instrument. I've been looking for this particular recording for many years and only found the name of it by chance the other day so very grateful for upload.

Speak the speech I pray you as I pronounced it to you trippingly on the tongue But if you mouth it as many of your players do, I'll had as leaf the town crier spoke my lines Nor, do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently, for in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say whirlwind of your passion You must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness How it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwag pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who are for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise I will have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing termegant, it out harrods herrod, pray you avoid it.

A very good appreciation of one of my favourite writers.

I always pronounce it to rhyme with 'bowel'. This 'Pole' nonsense is an affectation redolent of Hyacinth Bucket.

Where is the filmed version lucking?

Probably the best radio Hamlet since Gielgud, and best spoken in terms of rhythm. Branagh, Papa, and David come close

This is where the line between the poem and the essay begins seriously to blur.

Outstanding!

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AUDIOBOOKS ARE AN ABOMINATION. HEY, I CAN READ!

You are wrong about the art museum. It is the "Musée Royaux des Beaux-Arts in Brügge (or Bruges) n o t Bruxelles (or Brüssels). I have been at both museums.

Priceless insight

This was a real mind bender, causing serious introspection. A narcissus flower is a white daffodil with the yellow center. This is a real flower and can only spread outside of its realm when being pulled and separated, then transplanted and dispersed. Interesting! "Why can't I get apart from my body". Think deeply on that... Surely someone has figured this out... I claim plagiarism otherwise. lol

I am proud to have been named Deborah after this great judge and prophetess of Israel, who was also a warrior.

There is great poetic justice here which makes one ponder about those who vainly hide their folly from others and seek to hold prideful dominion over all they encounter or whatever space they inhabit. The issue is that the same fool or clown lives inside of ourselves. We can be chastised for excessive failure and the consequences of not maintaining our foolish natures, and we learn from that. Yet, the inherent nature and potential of our foolishness remains to be played out in the fall that comes after our pride, again and again. Circumstances may change, but the folly finds a way to resurface, to our chagrin. We cannot feign be more than that which we are, though we try. Try hard enough and we and we might put up a facade in front of the perceptions of others, yet the presence or reality of our failure or folly remain. Our character flaws persist and leave their mark in our lives, whether we bury them or not. They are not dead, but very much alive! As humans we do our best to avoid falling into this trap. I believe that the story of Midas is telling us to embrace ourselves in an understanding of who we are as human beings, while maintaining cautiousness, lest our folly overcomes our purpose, effectiveness, potential. To identify our vain ambition and make the choice to untie ourselves from its ever increasing and multiplying weight in our lives. This is to be in such humility as to discern and see the simple pleasures and natural joys that life has to offer, without thinking that we ought to only take pleasure in the extremes of wealth, fame, health, etc. Excess and possessing a sense of dominion over others or our environment is not a precondition to satisfaction. We see that there is satisfaction in striving to obtain, but how complete, unbridled, and instantaneous gratification can robs one of true contentment.

This is so deep and useful in learning the danger of our lusts and covetousness as human beings! Very brilliant! "His stupidity Was merely lying low. Waiting, as usual, For another chance to ruin his life." How savage is that rebuke of human nature?! Wow.

Love the cigarette. Harkens back to when men were men.

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Randomly discovered Ted Hughes’ Tales from Ovid. Incredibly powerful translation and spellbinding reading by the author. Written at a time when the Greek myths of the gods were less meaningful to Romans but they still speak to us today.

Now I know why he's so amazing in his on-screen scenes. It's his extensive background in theatre in the 1990s that I basically never saw. Jesus. Wish I could see recordings of his theatre performances.

Branagh captures the true expression in its natural sense and mood. He's not loftily presenting the work of the Lord of English Drama, Willie the Shake. He's speaking the lines as they would have been spoken at the time, by the person. He brought humanity to characters that hitherto fore were played as if they were marble statues in the cathedral of the thespian. After all, the characters in the plays didn't know Shakespeare was a god. Did they?

I came to London from the North of England in 1975 as an 18 yr old student. I went to see Gielgud and Richardson in No Man's Land. There are no words to describe the experience. I was privileged to witness one of the great nights and the two greatest Knights in the history of the Theatre. RIP both.

RIP, my dear Rex!!!💋❤🌹

Anthony Powell, as a writer, is certainly a classic and a major event in British literature. Christopher Hitchens has many interesting insights ...A delightful outline.

Gielgud's 75th birthday was in 1979.

Thank you.

this speech is soooooo brilliant Its layers of nuance like a swirls of a cinnamon bun , the skill of the writer astounds me every time