Alan is a born speaker and an accomplished bard. His dark-brown voice sells the Stratford-on-Avon poets opulent sentences, like a shrewd farmer his best cabbages.
“For God’s sake let us sit upon
the ground
And tell sad stories of the death
of kings”
Everybody is listening, captured by Alans piercing yet smiling eyes and applauds enthousiasticly when the last words have sounded and the silence has set in.
Alan continues: “Well, they wanted us to know a lot of Shakespeare, but also Marlowe of course, his contemperary. And the romantics, Hopkins….” He peeks at his vehemently nodding tablecompanion.: “You are familiair with Gerard Manley Hopkins?” The other guy nods a little sheepishly: “Well, that is to say….” But Alan is already lost in thought and stairs at the glowing point of his fag. Then he starts again:
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I think Alan had a great impact in the festival, people liked him and others disliked him but no one could denied he is a very special person with lots of power and knowledge.
It was a shame I didn’t have the time to talk a bit more to him but we’ve got lots of footage from you Alan, as soon as we finish the editing we’ll send you a copy… Thanks to you and Frank for coming over to the Festival.
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