I haven't read about Mr. Peyton Farquhar since sophomore year of high school (a long time ago). Why post it now (other than the obvious?)?
Do you think Saddam was hallucinating in the end?
A welcome change from the recent ghoulishness.
I saw a short film adaptation of this story in a comp class. They changed it somewhat, though, it was Redcoats who were doing the hanging..
If Saddam hallucinated, I hope he dreamt he was placed in a mulcher feet first.
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Saddam's hanging is much more worse than people from the World Trade Center jumping 100 floors to their death./s
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Good time to post.
I like attempts to link classics to modern events.
Also connections between our Civil War to the Iraqi civil war. May saddam's side lose.
Fantastic movie (Rivière du hibou, La (1962))- images from it stayed with me for a long time.
He's dead now and well so in my opinion. If his hanging makes Kim and Mugabe and Chavez sleep just a little less soundly that's just fine by me.
A gem from Bierce, IMO.
I thought of this too, today. It is haunting.
When I read this it reminded me of something but I wasn't quite sure. Then I remembered it was a Johnny Cash song:
Artist/Band: Cash Johnny
Lyrics for Song: Green, Green Grass Of Home
Lyrics for Album: At Folsom Prison
The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
Down the road I look, and there comes Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing,
Though the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak.
Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree,
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.
Certainly this story is one that once read, is never forgotten. A story in the same vein, is by Sir Henry Newbolt
He Fell Among Thieves
It is the story of a blue blooded Englishman, who faces death by sword in the Far East. I criticize it because he gives his word to the bandits ,not to escape and is allowed to see the sunset, hours later. He is allowed to muse on England alone. (Myself, I would have been off- running like a deer.)
The only consolation that I have- because I surprised myself on Saddam's demise, I digress here. I did not dance and sing. I know he deserved to die and was lucky it was dignified and quick.
The thing is that now all blasted, evil dictators, just might have a second thought. Then there is that mouthy little begger in Iran.
Enough said.
Literary ping
"Is there anything you want to say because son, in a minute you're gonna be dead?"
The condemned man (I think Johnny was his name)looked to the preacher and said:
"Turn it on! Turn it on! Turn it on!".
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=502476250209131783&q=An+Occurrence+at+Owl+Creek+Bridge&hl=en
Here is a video for those too lazy to read it...
They made a movie of it (B&W).
Willliam Golding wrote a short story ("Pincher Martin", I believe) with a similar theme, except he was a pilot who crashed near a rocky island.