JONATHAN CHAIT JANUARY 7, 2010
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Oh my God. It's the entire script of The Big Lebowski as Shakespeare. This is so good I'm publishing multiple excerpts. Here's the beginning:
[THE KNAVE's house. Enter THE KNAVE, carrying parcels, and two THUGS. They fight]
BLANCHE
Whither the money, Lebowski? Faith, we are servants of Bonnie; promised by the lady good that thou in turn were good for’t.
WOO
Bound in honour, we must have our bond; cursed be our tribe if we forgive thee.
BLANCHE
Let us soak him in the commode, so as to turn his head.
WOO
Aye, and see what vapourises; then he will see what is foul.
[They insert his head into the commode]
BLANCHE
What dreadful noise of waters in thine ears! Thou hast cooled thine head; think now upon drier matters.
WOO
Speak now on ducats else again we’ll thee duckest; whither the money, Lebowski?
THE KNAVE
Faith, it awaits down there someplace; prithee let me glimpse again.
WOO
What, thou rash egg! Thus will we drown thine exclamations.
[They again insert his head into the commode]
BLANCHE
Trifle not with the fury of two desperate men. Long has thy wife sealed a bond with Jaques Treehorn; as blood is to blood, surely thou owest to Jaques Treehorn in recompense.
WOO
Rise, and speak wisely, man—but hark;
I see thy rug, as woven i’the Orient,
A treasure from abroad. I like it not.
I’ll stain it thus; ever thus to deadbeats.
[He stains the rug]
THE KNAVE
Sir, prithee nay!
BLANCHE
Now thou seest what happens, Lebowski, when the agreements of honourable business stand compromised. If thou wouldst treat money as water, flowing as the gentle rain from heaven, why, then thou knowest water begets water; it will be a watery grave your rug, drowned in the weeping brook. Pray remember, Lebowski.
THE KNAVE
Thou err’st; no man calls me Lebowski. Yet thou art man; neither spirit damned nor wandering shadow, thou art solid flesh, man of woman born. Hear rightly, man!—for thou hast got the wrong man. I am the Knave, man; Knave in nature as in name.
BLANCHE
Thy name is Lebowski. Thy wife is Bonnie.
8 comments
Who's at the door? Avon calls--insane! And grave Bard must be rolling in his lane.
- williamyard
January 7, 2010 at 4:01pm
I would've gone with the Dude of Venice, since that's where Lebowski lives.
- rhubarbs
January 7, 2010 at 4:20pm
rhubarb, is there no topic you don't own? The rest of us are just a bunch of amatuers. Ah well, at least I'm housebroken.
- WandreyCer
January 7, 2010 at 5:03pm
This is the best thing anyone has ever written in the history of the universe.
- jhildner1
January 7, 2010 at 6:37pm
What jhildner said. I just put the link on my Facebook page. It's our duty to Western Civ to disseminate this as far and as quickly as possible.
- williamyard
January 7, 2010 at 7:26pm
Agreed, jhildner. This is the one thing that an infinite number of monkeys, typing on an infinite number of typewriters, working for a infinite time, would never create. Western civilization -- nay, the human species -- may just have found its ultimate validation. Suggested next column for Marty: "If the Islamic World Is After All Civilized as the President Would Have Us Believe, Where Is the Arab 'Two Gentlemen of Lebowski'?"
- rhubarbs
January 7, 2010 at 8:04pm
Oh, bliss! This will keep me from doing productive work for days. Hopefully jacksondyer could see this and understand the power of this Armed and Operational battle station. Yard, a quick Google search of Facebook reveals three William Yards and one William "Yard" Nance, who bears a striking resemblance to Rerun from "What's Happening?" Assuming you are not the last one, our choices seem to be a William Yard who is a fan of the New York City Gay Men's Chorus and LaRocca Ballroom, an elderly African-American gentleman without a picture or a guy in a Santa suit who likes Fran Drescher, Fraggle Rock and the Clintons. The choices are perplexing.
- wildboy
January 8, 2010 at 10:33am
wb: or maybe it's not any "william"! Maybe it's, say "Will." Or--heaven forbid, nah, he'd never, don't even bother--"Bill."
- williamyard
January 8, 2010 at 2:14pm