terça-feira, 10 de julho de 2007

Nevermore... Doh!

*La parodia omite algunos pasajes del texto original, supongo yo por cuestiones de tiempo en la caricatura.
*La pelea entre el personaje y el cuervo no existe en el texto original.



...
-Don't worry Bart. You won't learn anything.
It's called The Raven:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door,
Only this, and nothing more."

-Are we scared yet?
-Bart. He's stablishing mood.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow,
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,
"Oh, Lenore". For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you", here I opened wide the door;

-This better be good.

...Darkness there, and nothing more.

-You know what would been scarier than nothing?
-What?
-Anything!

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door,
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore,
Tell me, tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven: -Eat my shorts!

-Bart, stop it! He says "Nevermore." And it's all that ever says.
-Okey, okey.

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer "Doh!... censer".
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee,
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh! quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"...Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

You little!
Oh, oh...



And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Hahaha...




4 comentários:

Samuecchi disse...

La risita final del cuervo es genial

Anônimo disse...

oie pewrdona que me haya tardado tanto en comentarte pero debo de decirte que me encanta tu blog tienes un concepto su0per original y aqui seguire

aparte que eres de chiwas como uno jejej
saludos de superheroe

Sonia Ló disse...

si recuerdo ese capitulo
y me causo risa solo por que ya habia leido el texto

Cynthja Gar-men disse...

Poe y los Simposons, sin duda una buena convinación.
Saludos!