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For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth - I have neither intelligence nor the power of vocabulary - Action - I do not know what gestures to make when I deliver a speech - Utterance - meaning eloquence - Nor the power of speech - Nor rhetoric: r-h-e-t-o-r-i-c - To stir. To arouse...

I should be taking down notes. He'll catch me again. Fuck me up.
There's this dull feeling inside my mind that I don't really care at the moment. I know I'd care about it later when I'm giving my exams. I know I'm screwing with myself and my promotion. But, right now, I just can't give a damn.

...I only speak right on - I only speak straight from my heart. I only speak what I know. - If I was Brutus - If I had the eloquence. If I could speak like Brutus...If I was Brutus, and if Brutus was Anthony, Brutus, being a better orator, would've been able to stir up your spirits, make every wound on Caesar's body speak out so that even the stones - inanimate objects- that lie all over Rome would rise in rebellion against Brutus and Cassius. We will mutiny...

Words form colourful blurs and pass me in mocking tunes. I delve deeper into confusion. My mind - right now a vibrant and free electron left to join any atom it pleases to in an atomless world - wanders off into the foremost pocket of my bag. Cassete player.

...We will rebel. We will burn the house of Brutus - 1st citizen. I want you all to do something. Look at line 50. In line 50 the 1st citizen said "let's bring him triumphantly to his house." See how easily his mind has changed? - Why, friends, you got to do you know not what - You are going to do something but you are not aware of what you are going to do...

Play. Stop. Rewind. Play. Stop. Fast forward. Play. Stop. Rewind. Play.

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone and an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm...

...'Wherein-' What has Caesar done for you that you should love him so much? Alas, unfortunately, you do not know. You have forgotten the will! To every Roman citizen, Caesar gives - To every noble man - To every individual - 75 drachmas!

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad
Take a long holiday...

I could not muffle his voice with the music. But I had to continue. I had to open doors and let myself go. I had to trip.

...Let your children play
If you give this man a ride sweet family will die
Killer on the road
Yeah

His voice cut into my brain again.

...this is Shakespeare's mistake. Roman coins were called Denarius. Second citizen - oh, what a noble man he is! Antony -Moreover, he has left you all his walks - he has given you, or donated to you all the private places where he used to walk. His private altars - gardens...

Stop. Fast forward. Play.


This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend
The end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end...

I sighed. This song takes me to a whole new level. It reminds me of everything and the end of everything that mattered. The end of innocence.

...On this side of Tiber: that is Rome. And for your heirs - your children - forever! All these are now pleasure grounds for common people. Here was a Caesar - this was a real Caesar. Where can you find another consul like him?

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need
Of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land..

The holy place was the Forum - Centre for all social, religious and business purposes...

I looked around. Everyone seemed engrossed, stuck. They listened intently. All I heard was an odd mixture of fired speeches and mystic words. And I tripped, and everything was alright.

...And with the brands - burning logs of wood - taken from the funeral pyre. They will set fire to the traitor's mansions...

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah...

Pull down the benches! Pull down the forms! Windows! Anything!

The killer awoke before dawn...

These citizens are in a frenzy; they've been inspired by Antony, they want to kill the conspirators - every single one of them.

He put his boots on
He took a face
From the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall

They were like an angry mob, ready to lash out at anybody.

He went into the room where his sister lived and
Then he...
Paid a visit to his brother and
Then he...
He walked on down the hall and...
And he came to a door
And he looked inside...

Exuent Citizens, with the body.

Father? yes son. I want to kill you.
Mother?

Now let it work: Mischief- Ante - you are born. take whatever path that suits you!
Octavius has come to Caesar's palace. And there I shall visit him. He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, and in this mood will give us anything.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend
The end
It hurts to set you free
Don't you ever follow me

The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die...

And how I have influenced them
With my speech
I do beseech
To go against the murderers.

This is the end.