forgivetheinsubordination: (About that going into hell thing)
Garrus Vakarian ([personal profile] forgivetheinsubordination) wrote 2015-01-04 04:42 am (UTC)

Ashley Williams - Ulysses by Tennyson

[There's the sound of a woman laughing, and another woman saying to go on, go ahead, before a throat is cleared and the first woman starts to recite (with a slightly slurred voice and a few pauses):]

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees; all times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy,
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!

[The recording ends.]

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