[Vwoolf] "Women must weep" trailer

[Stuart N. Clarke]

"Women must weep" (http://tinyurl.com/y2tv7732).  Passages in Portuguese:

Women Must Weep – or unite against war
Patriarchy and Militarism

War, it is argued, brings out the noblest qualities of mankind.

The Dictator, it is claimed, is neither a menace nor a monster, but, on the contrary, the consummation of manhood.

He is the embodiment of the State; the State is supreme; both men and women must obey its commands [...]. Obedience is all.

If we could free ourselves from slavery we should free men from tyranny. Hitlers are bred by slaves.

Women Must Weep – or unite against war
Patriarchy and Militarism

an eternity of dominion on the one hand and of servility on the other.  For the degradation of being a slave is only equalled by the degradation of being a master.


There’s also Joyce's A Portrait (http://tinyurl.com/y24r9sul), but God’s Own Country is a long way from Ireland.

Stuart

From: Stuart N. Clarke 
Sent: Thursday, August 8, 2019 10:20 AM
To: vwoolf at lists.osu.edu 
Subject: Short Trailer for new translation of "Jacob's Room" into Portuguese

Passages in Portuguese:

The battleships ray out over the North Sea,
keeping their stations accurately apart. At a
given signal all the guns are trained on a target
which [...] flames
into splinters. With equal nonchalance a dozen
young men in the prime of life descend with
composed faces into the depths of the sea; and
there impassively (though with perfect mastery
of machinery) suffocate uncomplainingly together.

Jacob’s room had a round table and two low
chairs. There were yellow flags in a jar on the
mantelpiece; a photograph of his mother;
cards from societies with little raised crescents,
coats of arms, and initials; notes and pipes;
on the table lay paper ruled with a red margin ...

The battleships ray out over the North Sea,
keeping their stations accurately apart. At a
given signal all the guns are trained on a target
which [...] flames
into splinters. With equal nonchalance a dozen
young men in the prime of life descend with
composed faces into the depths of the sea; and
there impassively (though with perfect mastery
of machinery) suffocate uncomplainingly together.

“Such confusion everywhere!” exclaimed
Betty Flanders, bursting open the bedroom door.
Bonamy turned away from the window.
“What am I to do with these, Mr. Bonamy?”
She held out a pair of Jacob’s old shoes.


For a 1916 recording of “If You Were The Only Girl In The World”, see 
https://www.firstworldwar.com/audio/ifyouweretheonlygirl.htm


Stuart
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