Situational tragedy

Josephine 2022-07-29 18:04:50

The Black Sir family has fallen in a straight line. The ancestors are unfavorable princes, and the camp has never been close to the crown. The second king became a courtier who looked beautiful and embarrassed, and even considered wearing flowers and selling spring at the dock in order to pay off the debt; the third became the regent. The prince of Wales in the king's time-the steward; by the fourth generation, he was a small officer trapped on the front line of World War I. He had become a grassroots, but at least he was still above the small soldiers.

Except for the first generation who was a little bit "big fool as wise", the other three generations were elegant and well-talked, and they often used Shakespeare's style to make quizzes and quizzes. The sub-collections of Scripture and History are all faithful, but they seem casual. From the court to the trenches, the various vanity fairs, the nests of right and wrong, the Black Jazz dealt with all kinds of people, etc., forever free and scornful, cunning, selfish, elegant, dangerous, and narcissism endless:
"I hope to live forever and stay in history after death. It can be compiled into a song and passed on...Hundreds of years later, a series adapted from my life starred the most heroic person at the time."
However, in the fourth season, I can no longer treat this as a comedy.

The small trench of the fourth season has become the epitome of any era. The ubiquitous state inside shows the people around us: Lieutenant George, who is passionate and naive, and full of ideals; hypocritical, brazen, incompetent and shameless. General; Honest, loyal, emotional and wise in the most simple stage of Bao Lique; a little clever baby captain who tends to be inflammable...Of course, there is also Black Sir. |

Black Sir IV is an exquisite and cynical and clever man with a fascinating sense of everyone’s drunkenness, but because of his cleverness, he has more pain. He can clearly see behind those gorgeous political declarations and patriotic passions. What it is, I can see clearly that he is powerless to change this absurd world; he is not willing to submit, but he is not a saint, and is too lazy to sacrifice for the new world, so he has been confused for a lifetime in contradictions, mocking, smiling hard, and smiling at his own. The fellow robes used and sarcasm while protecting, but in the end they still couldn't escape the fate given to him by the times.

If you don’t fight this meaningless battle, George will spend his life at the piano, cricket, and gentlemen’s club like his grandfather Bertie, and he will still be an innocent old naughty boy when he grows old; Captain Bao’er will marry his sweetheart and continue. Be a clerk in the company; where's Paulick? He can grow many beloved radishes...but they did not "escape the danger". They disappeared into the rumbling fire of the "no man's land" and turned into a quiet sea of ​​flowers. The audience had plenty of time to fall in love with these. Little people, but didn't have enough time to say goodbye to them.

Life is like a play, and play is like life.

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Blackadder Goes Forth quotes

  • Lieutenant George: But this is brave, splendid and noble...

    [Blackadder doesn't react - there's a long pause]

    Lieutenant George: ...Sir

    Captain Blackadder: Yes, Lieutenant.

    Lieutenant George: I'm scared, sir

    Private Baldrick: I'm scared too, sir

    Lieutenant George: I'm the last of the tiddly-winking leapfroggers from the golden summer of 1914. I don't want to die... I'm really not over keen on dying at all, sir.

    Captain Blackadder: How are you feeling, Darling?

    Captain Darling: Ahm- not all that good, Blackadder. Rather hoped I'd get through the whole show, go back to work at Pratt and Sons, keep wicket for the Croydon Gentlemen, marry Doris. Made a note in my diary on the way here. Simply says: "Bugger".

    Captain Blackadder: Well, quite.

    [Outside: "Stand to, stand to, fix bayonets"]

    Captain Blackadder: Come on, come on, let's move.

    [at the door, Blackadder turns to George]

    Captain Blackadder: Don't forget your stick Lieutenant

    Lieutenant George: Rather, sir. Wouldn't want to face a machine gun without this.

    [they walk into the misty trench, waiting for the off - suddenly there is silence - the machine guns stop]

    Captain Darling: I say, listen - our guns have stopped.

    Lieutenant George: You don't think...

    Private Baldrick: Perhaps the war's over. Perhaps it's peace.

    Captain Darling: Thank God. We lived through it. The Great War, 1914 to 1917.

    Captain DarlingPrivate BaldrickLieutenant George: Hip hip hooray!

    Captain Blackadder: I'm afraid not. The guns have stopped because we are about to attack. Not even our generals are mad enough to shell their own men. They feel it's more sporting to let the Germans do it.

    Lieutenant George: So, we are, in fact, going over. This is, as they say, it?

    Captain Blackadder: Yes, unless I can think of something very quickly.

    [a voice shouts 'Company, one pace forward.' They all step forward]

    Private Baldrick: There's a nasty splinter on that ladder, sir. A bloke could hurt himself on that.

    [another call: "Stand ready" - they put their hands on the ladders ready to climb]

    Private Baldrick: I have a plan, sir.

    Captain Blackadder: Really Baldrick? A cunning and subtle one?

    Private Baldrick: Yes, sir.

    Captain Blackadder: As cunning as a fox who's just been appointed Professor of Cunning at Oxford University?

    Private Baldrick: Yes, sir.

    [another call: "On the signal, Company will advance"]

    Captain Blackadder: Well, I'm afraid it's too late. Whatever it was, I'm sure it was better than my plan to get out of here by pretending to be mad. I mean, who would have noticed another madman round here?

    [a whistle blows he looks at Baldrick]

    Captain Blackadder: Good luck, everyone.

    [Blackadder blows his whistle, there is a roar of voices as everyone leaps up the ladders, meeting the machine gun fire]

  • [repeated line]

    Private Baldrick: I have a cunning plan.