In-house tableau: homegrown homage to Cyrano
I just can’t finish off the week without one more nod to a produce proboscis. With the last of my Tulameen raspberries gracing but a few stems, I felt the need to have one also grace the end of my nose; and thus Cyrano de Raspbergerac was born.
Balancing the bodacious berry, I recited a few lines in my best fake French accent, finishing with a emphatic “En garde!” Unfortunately I sounded more like Pipi le Pew than Gerard Depardieu. With the vigorous dispatching of my invisible sword, I also managed to dislodge my ample berry nose and send it to the floor and Boz’s awaiting choppers. (That’s a way to end a scene.) I then turned to You Tube for a snippet of the real thing.
Here is Gerard Depardieu’s 1990 performance in Cyrano de Bergerac with general translation below. And while my favorite French actor made news this week for streaming something other than an in-flight video, I still hold the rake in high esteem as one of the best actors of our time, as seen below.
You Tube: Cyrano de Bergerac, “Le Nez” (1990 film)
Young man, I am afraid your speech was a trifle short. You could have said at least one hundred other things, varying the tone of your words. Let me give you some examples.
In an aggressive tone: “Sir, if I had a nose like that, I would amputate it!”
Friendly: “When you drink from a cup your nose must get wet. Why don’t you drink from a bowl?”
Descriptive: “Tis a rock! A peak! A cape! No, it’s a peninsula!”
Curious: “What is that large container for? To hold your pens and ink?”
Gracious: “How kind you are. You love the little birds so much you have given them a perch to roost upon.”
Truculent: “When you light your pipe and puff smoke from your nose the neighbors must think the chimney’s afire.”
Considerate: “Be careful when you bow your head or you might lose your balance and fall over.”
Thoughtful: “Place an umbrella over your nose to keep its color from fading in the sun.”
Arcane: “Sir, only the beast that Aristophanes calls the hippocampelephantocamelos could have had such a solid lump of flesh and bone below its forehead.”
Cavalier: “A hook to hang your hat upon.”
Emphatic: “No breeze, O majestic nose, can give thee cold – save when the north winds blow.”
Dramatic: “When it bleeds, it must be like the Red Sea.”
Admiring: “What a fine sign for a perfume shop!”
Lyrical: “Is that a conch shell? And are you Triton risen from the ocean?”
Naïve: “Is that monument open to the public?”
Rustic: “That don’t look like a nose. It’s either a big cucumber or a little watermelon.”
Military: “The enemy is charging! Aim your cannon!”
Practical: “A nose like that has one advantage: it keeps your feet dry in the rain.”
There, sir, now you have an inkling of what you might have said, had you been a witty man of letters. Unfortunately, you’re totally witless and a man of very few letters: only four that spell the word “fool.” But even if you had the skill to invent such remarks, you would not have been able to entertain me with them. You would have uttered no more than a quarter of such a jest, the first syllable of the first word, for such jesting is a privilege I only grant myself.
Raspberries like these always inspire my theatrics. (And I wonder why I live alone.)
You crack me up! Now your nose is stained.
Tom – reading this was flippin hilarious! Laughed so hard I have tears in my eye! Those raspberries look luscious! Love Gerard Depardieu!
Funny. I’d like to see Boz balance a berry on his nose!
You are just so flippin’ funny! My sister and I once measured our noses to see whose was longest. I won. Moral of the story – there’s just some things you’re better off not knowing. As for the raspberries – I’m jealous AGAIN!
Big nosed people of the world – UNITE! 🙂
I too am jealous of the raspberries – I think they are my very favourite fruit.
You never fail to amaze me, Tom
I was told that Arab-Americans are called hook-nose; well, I was not really offended as it is totally true and in my family we have a nice collection of long beaks; love Depardieu, he is my favorite French actor and in high school we studied these lines but he was so ” in his element” saying them , as if he was born to be Cyrano. I love him in that role which fits him like a glove and in “La femme d’à côté” ; you Tom, have acting skills, which you need to expand on, great pic with the raspberry atop your nez.
Why do you keep looking younger? Is it lack of commute time? Geesh.
Thanks Jan, Ina, Debra, June, Janet, Renae and Eileen for the kind words.
And Joumana, my Lebanese side of the family also enjoys some “long beaks” and gorgeous are they all. As for my acting career, I think I peaked as Curly in my second grade debut of Oklahoma, with a few more cameos here and there. 😉
Tom – do you find you need a whole gallon of paint to hold down the papers in your in box?
Be you Pepe or Gerard, you slay me.
Oh brion, you weren’t supposed to see that can of paint cluttering the hutch that isn’t supposed to be in the dining room, but is awaiting its corner in the kitchen, once the plaster and insulation goes in, that is once the demo begins, that is once the plan is hatched and the design determined.
Brian, I do what I can. 😉
Congrats on your artwork being selected for the Bellevue Botanical Gardens art show: http://www.brianfisherblog.com/2011/08/its-bellevue-botanical-garden-art-in.html
shall I send you preliminary photos of the pantry?
brion: absolutely, oh wise architect with drafting skills.
I keep reading about Boz… but no Gracie. Everything O.K. in the dog dept?
Thanks for asking, yes, Miss Gracie is camera shy these days, barely moving from her sunny porch perch, unless she’s in need of water and a snack and a hug.
“Hey Wally, why’s Eddie always giving me the raspberries?”
-Beaver Cleaver
Funny, talented, handsome-marry me!!!