Brings the hairs up on the back of my neck whenever I hear the opening lines:
To begin at the beginning:
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless
and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched,
courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the
sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea.
The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night
in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat
there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock,
the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds.
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are
sleeping now.
They made a movie out of Under Milkwood? I thought it was just a Dylan Thomas radio show. Are you actually being earnest for once beast? I mean about the movie, of course.
My father taught me at his knee never to lie and so in his honour everything I write is the gospel truth.
The incomparable Richard Burton did the narration. The melifluous tones and rich timbre - his voice was pure gold.
Oh yes, the Beast does not lie. This film is real. Richard Burton narrating. Liz Taylor starring. And 90 mins of my life contemplating suicide.....