I believe that should depend on the reading. I think ten days is more than enough for The Black Cat, but could be not enough for, say, an average novel, I'm thinking of an average Dickens' novel. So I think we should discuss it with every reading. As for now, yes, ten days-a fortnight for The Black Cat seems pretty fair to me.
Malube and Menzies: no no no no no no no no and a lot of noes. There's nothing at all to thank. This forum is for making suggestions, some good and some other perhaps not, but the success depends on everybody. And Malube, you -and all the women- had an invitation in the thread of our select club. Well, it wasn't an invitation but an information about this matter/topic. You know, the more of us, the better.
Hi!! I came in the middle of the conversation, hope ya don't mind...
Ok so I wanna do whatever you're doing too!! You're gonna read a book, aren't you? Sorry about the interruption anyway and about my horrible coloquial mix between hateful-british and american (Can't bear with it, I HATE sounding BRITISH... but you can't help it when it's the only english you're able to learn here in Spain ).
I'd like to read that book, but can anybody tell me where do I get it?... Or well, I can wait for the next one, I think I won't have time... Exams, tests, you know. F****** college :mad:
Barton, first of all, mind your language, young lady!
Second of all, I've been told I have a mild to overtly and flamboyantly exaggerated british accent, which I find myself so terribly comfortable with, and thus I hope, in case we ever meet, you don't hate me sounding rather british. On the other hand, I tried to, say, imitate the american accent, and God knows what I said had more to do with Hiberno english than with the United States.
Last, but not least, of course, sweetheart- you're always welcome, and I did thought yours could be such a great contribution, providing you're one of the few native speakers in the Forum that I know of.
Finally, it is not a book, properly speaking, but a short story. Here sweetheart, and everyone else, just in case you didn't find it.
Thanks!! If I have free time I will read it, thank you a lot
And, well, I hate myself sounding british, I didn't say that I hate british accent... or not most of it. I had a teacher that was like 'Ssssstudentsss, open your bookssss'. She did it better than snakes, ya know :eek: And since then I got like "afraid" of Brithish english xD
Ok ok, I will return to work now, I'm in tecnology class... and 'cause I'm the only one who has finshed, I'm messing around
Now I have MATHS... I think I hate more that than British accent :rolleyes:
hello, guys and ladies. Well, the day has arrived. I hope nobody had problems with the tale.
I'll post my comment as "spoil", because I don't know if everybody here could finish it. Let's go, then.
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About the comprehension: I had no problem. For some words I had to look in the dictionary but it's ok.
About the tale: I really like how the mind-description of the principal changes along the story. In the first part it seems that he wants to be as he was, kind with everybody. Then, there's a "black part" where he cannot say why he bekomt worse, he just seems to feel like a slave of his own mind. Then he tries to give some reasons for it. He still blames the cats of his bad change. At the end I've seen how he realizes all the stuff at the time and seems really confused: furious, confused, sad, remorseful... it's a beauty description about how a person can change apparently because of nothing.
Anyways, I don't know if this happened to you, but I think that there's a black hole in all this story: why does he change? Yeah, it is said that he starts to drink and all that stuff, but no reasons are given. I would like to know it... but maybe it's part of the "magic" in the tale.
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It's time to open a thread in the right place, "grupos de lectura", and there we comment the story. I'm going to see if any of you have done it. If not, i'll do it.
I didn't finished it yet but I don't mind beginning with our opinions.
I agree with Gileblit. I understand the story without problems, despite some words or expressions that I don't know -perhaps old expressions or very literary-.
I will go to Santiago Compostela for trying see Pope, however Security is severe enough and it is very difficult enter at Obradoiro Square since 10 a.m.
Excuse me but my English level is not very good since I need to improve very much.
I enjoyed in Santiago de Compostela the last Saturday. I watched Pope a little when he went in "Porta Santa", however I couldn´t get near more because Security was strict enough.
Hi, folks. Are you still there? I hope so. When you are ready for the next book, I'll join you. We were talking about reading a poem after "the black cat". I don't know any, so I wait for your proposals.
I've got a book between my hands ya, but if it is a poem I think that I could read it in the time. Don't know options... all I've read of english poetry is WB Yeats...
Right. I must say I've been... let's face it, I got no excuse at all, mates. For some or other reason I've been just overlooking this thread, but, seriously, I believe we have to keep this going, what do you say?
My loved Texas (never such name sounded so good to my ears)- when I say "let's face it" I'd rather translate it like "seamos justos" (maybe?), which, yes, is something like what you said now that I realise.
Ok, so allegedly we did read "The Black Cat" didn't we?, so to be fair, next should be a poem? I heard something about Tennyson maybe? which I would really love, but is up to you. So, I think that's it for now. I shall be waiting for your opinions, suggestions, whatever.
So... whatever happened this thread. I didn't officially shut this one, though. Someone said once whether this Forum was a Ghost Town or not... be it so, this must be the Ghost Customs House. Oh, dear.
I've been out for such a long time, and still wanted to know what became of this thread.
After all, I think I know what Roger Waters must have felt when he cried:
I've been out for such a long time, and still wanted to know what became of this thread.
After all, I think I know what Roger Waters must have felt when he cried:
Hello? Is there anybody OUT THERE?
Well, I suppose with that name the guy must have been in the middleofnowhere!
We could continue the thread, but instead of reading, I propose to just paste English poems or quotations from books we like, to share and comment them. What do you think?
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art,
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors,
No yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender taken breath,
[FONT="]And so live ever or else swoon to death.[/FONT]
I propose to just paste English poems or quotations from books we like, to share and comment them. What do you think?
He wishes for the cloths of heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
[...] I cannot rest from travel, I will drink life to the lees, all the times I have enjoyed greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those that loved me, and alone.
[...] My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, ande the baths of all the western stars, until I die.
Well, I suppose with that name the guy must have been in the middleofnowhere!
We could continue the thread, but instead of reading, I propose to just paste English poems or quotations from books we like, to share and comment them. What do you think?
Shai, my goodness, the guy with that name is the mind behind Pink Floyd!
I dunno. Well, at least it is an idea, and it seems to have been warmly received, so, okay, I'm in. Hope you enjoy this one: At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband's house.
I pass solitary in my car.
Then again she comes to the curb
to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands
shy, uncorseted,
tucking in stray ends of hair, and I compare her
to a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my car
rush with a crackling sound over
dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.
Comentarios
I believe that should depend on the reading. I think ten days is more than enough for The Black Cat, but could be not enough for, say, an average novel, I'm thinking of an average Dickens' novel. So I think we should discuss it with every reading. As for now, yes, ten days-a fortnight for The Black Cat seems pretty fair to me.
Malube and Menzies: no no no no no no no no and a lot of noes. There's nothing at all to thank. This forum is for making suggestions, some good and some other perhaps not, but the success depends on everybody. And Malube, you -and all the women- had an invitation in the thread of our select club. Well, it wasn't an invitation but an information about this matter/topic. You know, the more of us, the better.
See you later, alligators:D
Ok so I wanna do whatever you're doing too!! You're gonna read a book, aren't you? Sorry about the interruption anyway
I'd like to read that book, but can anybody tell me where do I get it?... Or well, I can wait for the next one, I think I won't have time... Exams, tests, you know. F****** college :mad:
See ya.
Second of all, I've been told I have a mild to overtly and flamboyantly exaggerated british accent, which I find myself so terribly comfortable with, and thus I hope, in case we ever meet, you don't hate me sounding rather british. On the other hand, I tried to, say, imitate the american accent, and God knows what I said had more to do with Hiberno english than with the United States.
Last, but not least, of course, sweetheart- you're always welcome, and I did thought yours could be such a great contribution, providing you're one of the few native speakers in the Forum that I know of.
Finally, it is not a book, properly speaking, but a short story. Here sweetheart, and everyone else, just in case you didn't find it.
Thanks!! If I have free time I will read it, thank you a lot
And, well, I hate myself sounding british, I didn't say that I hate british accent... or not most of it. I had a teacher that was like 'Ssssstudentsss, open your bookssss'. She did it better than snakes, ya know :eek: And since then I got like "afraid" of Brithish english xD
Ok ok, I will return to work now, I'm in tecnology class... and 'cause I'm the only one who has finshed, I'm messing around
Now I have MATHS... I think I hate more that than British accent :rolleyes:
I'll post my comment as "spoil", because I don't know if everybody here could finish it. Let's go, then.
[OCULTAR]
About the comprehension: I had no problem. For some words I had to look in the dictionary but it's ok.
About the tale: I really like how the mind-description of the principal changes along the story. In the first part it seems that he wants to be as he was, kind with everybody. Then, there's a "black part" where he cannot say why he bekomt worse, he just seems to feel like a slave of his own mind. Then he tries to give some reasons for it. He still blames the cats of his bad change. At the end I've seen how he realizes all the stuff at the time and seems really confused: furious, confused, sad, remorseful... it's a beauty description about how a person can change apparently because of nothing.
Anyways, I don't know if this happened to you, but I think that there's a black hole in all this story: why does he change? Yeah, it is said that he starts to drink and all that stuff, but no reasons are given. I would like to know it... but maybe it's part of the "magic" in the tale.
[/OCULTAR]
Waiting for your opinions!
I didn't finished it yet but I don't mind beginning with our opinions.
I agree with Gileblit. I understand the story without problems, despite some words or expressions that I don't know -perhaps old expressions or very literary-.
Excuse me but my English level is not very good since I need to improve very much.
Good luck with your visit and enjoy yourself in Santiago.
About The Balck Cat, I enjoyed readind again Poe and his skill to convert evil in a thrilling attaction.
I agree with you. I don't know English or USA poetry, I can't stand out this or that poet, so I wait for your decision. I still want in.
On the other hand, Menzies, when you say "let's face it", do you mean that you will be "honest", something like "dar la cara"?
Ok, so allegedly we did read "The Black Cat" didn't we?, so to be fair, next should be a poem? I heard something about Tennyson maybe? which I would really love, but is up to you. So, I think that's it for now. I shall be waiting for your opinions, suggestions, whatever.
After all, I think I know what Roger Waters must have felt when he cried:
Well, I suppose with that name the guy must have been in the middleofnowhere!
We could continue the thread, but instead of reading, I propose to just paste English poems or quotations from books we like, to share and comment them. What do you think?
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art,
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors,
No yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender taken breath,
[FONT="]And so live ever or else swoon to death.[/FONT]
John Keats
.
He wishes for the cloths of heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W. B. Yeats
From Ulysses/Tennyson (oe of my favourites)
[...]
I cannot rest from travel,
I will drink life to the lees,
all the times I have enjoyed greatly,
have suffered greatly, both with
those that loved me, and alone.
[...]
My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset,
ande the baths of all the western stars,
until I die.
Shai, my goodness, the guy with that name is the mind behind Pink Floyd!
I dunno. Well, at least it is an idea, and it seems to have been warmly received, so, okay, I'm in. Hope you enjoy this one:
At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband's house.
I pass solitary in my car.
Then again she comes to the curb
to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands
shy, uncorseted,
tucking in stray ends of hair, and I compare her
to a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my car
rush with a crackling sound over
dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.
William Carlos Williams
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.