Mordred Inlè
14-11-2010, 20.13.37
Questo è uno dei libri che avevo snobbato per qualche strano motivo. Forse perché avevo letto un racconto di Godwin e mi aveva lasciata un po' spiazzata... in ogni caso è comunque uno dei libri che avevo in lista di leggere.
Ed ora ho l'ebook <3 e già lo amo.
E' un volume unico uscito nel 1980 ed ecco la trama:
Re Artù narra la propria storia in prima persona, le battaglie contro i sassoni ed il collasso dell'impero romani nel 5° secolo d.C.
Sì, è uno di quei libri in cui la madre di Mordred è Morgana.
In ogni caso vi copio il prologo perché è fantastico.
Damn it, I haven't time to lie here. Whatever comes, there's more for a king to do than squat like a mushroom and maunder on eternity.
Dignity be damned, it's a tedious bore.
Even when he was wounded, Ambrosuis told me he hated being carried in a litter like a silly bride. Slow, uncomfortable, and the wounds open up anyway. Mine are rather bad. The surgeons tell me to prepare for their ministrations—Jesus, spare me professional gravity—and that priest looks so solemn, I think God must have caught him laughing and made him promise never again. So tired. So many miles from Camlann, where nobody won but the crows. And some time to spend here at Avalon listening to the monks chant in chapel. No complaint, but one does wish the love of God guaranteed an ear for music. They do not speed the hours.
So, this testament.
Young Brother Coei who writes it for me is very serious about life, but then no one ever told him it was a comedy. He thinks I should begin in a kingly manner at once formal, dignified and stirring. I was never all three at once, but to take a fling at it: I, Arthur, King of the Britons, overlord of the Dobunni, Demetae, Dumnonii, Silures, Parisi, Brigantes, Coritani, Catu-vellauni——am disgusted and out of patience, being up to my neck in bandages like a silly Yule pudding. I'd write myself if I had an arm that worked.
Ed ora ho l'ebook <3 e già lo amo.
E' un volume unico uscito nel 1980 ed ecco la trama:
Re Artù narra la propria storia in prima persona, le battaglie contro i sassoni ed il collasso dell'impero romani nel 5° secolo d.C.
Sì, è uno di quei libri in cui la madre di Mordred è Morgana.
In ogni caso vi copio il prologo perché è fantastico.
Damn it, I haven't time to lie here. Whatever comes, there's more for a king to do than squat like a mushroom and maunder on eternity.
Dignity be damned, it's a tedious bore.
Even when he was wounded, Ambrosuis told me he hated being carried in a litter like a silly bride. Slow, uncomfortable, and the wounds open up anyway. Mine are rather bad. The surgeons tell me to prepare for their ministrations—Jesus, spare me professional gravity—and that priest looks so solemn, I think God must have caught him laughing and made him promise never again. So tired. So many miles from Camlann, where nobody won but the crows. And some time to spend here at Avalon listening to the monks chant in chapel. No complaint, but one does wish the love of God guaranteed an ear for music. They do not speed the hours.
So, this testament.
Young Brother Coei who writes it for me is very serious about life, but then no one ever told him it was a comedy. He thinks I should begin in a kingly manner at once formal, dignified and stirring. I was never all three at once, but to take a fling at it: I, Arthur, King of the Britons, overlord of the Dobunni, Demetae, Dumnonii, Silures, Parisi, Brigantes, Coritani, Catu-vellauni——am disgusted and out of patience, being up to my neck in bandages like a silly Yule pudding. I'd write myself if I had an arm that worked.