måndag 30 november 2009

To bite or not to bite?

Rödskjortorna gick åt i drivor, som de brukar. Vi följer upp det episka Buffy-inlägget med ett gäng tall, dark and brooding blodsugare - vem tar hem den här titeln?

Mest melodramatiska vampyr

"It's not the demon that needs killing in me, Buffy. It's the man."

" I am not human, Sookie. I am vampire."

"I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that. As if you could outrun me! As if you could fight me off. I'm designed to kill."

Mr Darcy
"I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost is lost forever."

"Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"
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To be, or not to be, — that is the question: —
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? — To die, to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream: — ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death, —
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, — puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know naught of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

8 kommentarer:

Cooked Auto sa...

Ehm. Var är alternativet att kunna rösta på allihopa samtidigt? :P

Martina sa...

Oh come on... Edward? Han är en blek och yxigt modellerad kopia av Angel, the tallest, darkest and broodiest of them all.


Ah, hrm, host. Så, då var det sagt.

nene sa...

Jo, jag tar också gärna min tall dark and broody sparkle free, thank you very much!

Men Ann Rices skapelse då? Är inte Louis de Pointe du Lac den broodiaste av alla?

Anonym sa...

Är inte Louis de Pointe du Lac den broodiaste av alla?


Jag röstar på den ursprunglige franske emo-vampyren (med gröna ögon, om nu någon kunde ha missat det...)

Martina sa...

Jo, Louis kan nog vara the broodiest of them all... men jag har bara Brad Pitts ganska töntiga skådespelarprestation att gå efter, har nämligen inte läst böckerna.

Så Angel vinner ändå. ;)

MrG sa...

Angel skulle vunnit om det inte var för fem säsonger av Angel... tre säsonger av Buffy var broodygalor, men det avtog...

gabe sa...

Louis de Point du Lac är ju orginalet och ännu den mest melodramatiska vampyren out there... total fail att inte ha med honom

Anonym sa...
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