'No, we cry out, this can't be real, and wake in a sweat. Turn on the
light. The nightmare fades as we look around the room, it's only a myth, nothing to fear, click the lamp out and turn into the pillow... the shadow on the stairs moves closer.
_______________
'From:
kiyoinc@ibm.XOUT.net (cory hamasaki)
12:49
Subject:
Nosferatu - Was: I know what Paul Milne is selling....
On Fri, 28 Aug 1998 02:18:52, The Goobers <docdwarf@erols.com> wrote:
> cory hamasaki wrote:
> > On Wed, 26 Aug 1998 19:24:09, Francis A. Ney, Jr <croaker@access.digex.net> wrote:
> > > > From: docdwarf@clark.net ()
> > > > Date: 25 Aug 1998 13:39:55 GMT
> > > > Hey, nut! Why would you want flies when you could have nice, juicy
> > > > spiders?
> > > > (alright... who can find that last citing?)
> > > Wild guess: One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest?
> > sounds more like a scene from a Nosferatu film.
>
> *Very* close, Mr Hamasaki... but the original Nosferatu, starring Max
> Schreck, was a silent film... but you were *very* close. The statement
> originally was 'Why would I want flies when I can have nice, juicy
> spiders' and was uttered by Dwight Frye in the original Dracula (1931).
> DD
Oddly enough, I have never seen either film from beginning to end. I
saw a preview for Nosferatu on PBS about 20 years ago, the only scene I
recall was the shadow cast by the undead as he crept up the stairs, his
fingers reaching.... -brrrrr- very scary.
I've seen snippits of Dracula on TV but my knowledge of the spider
quote comes from a book.
The thought, vampires eat insects, has been woven into other stories,
I'm guessing Howard Fast, but I'm not sure, might be Charles Beaumont
or Theodore R. Cogswell, used the image in a story about a
post-nuclear-war world... the protagonist is scratching out an existance
by turning over rocks and eating bugs, grubs, and the occasional
centipede... when suddenly an alien spacecraft lands, the aliens take
our hero into custody, their intent is to make mischief with him and
enslave what's left of the world. The story closes as our anti-hero,
one of the undead, entertains the thought that his miserable diet of
centipedes is over... they don't know about wooden stakes. He licks
his fangs... fresh blood.
Frank wasn't that far off either. The line was spoken in an asylum for
the insane. Easily cross-connected to One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest.
The speaker was the servant for the Count.
In the post-Y2K world, how far will we fall? What surprise strengths
will we draw upon?
The Nosferatu, creatures of the night, are metaphors for our own fears,
the vampire comes to the innocent maiden, creeps to her bed and in a
single base act, causes her to join him in thought and kind.
In Y2K, our fears of the night, the loss of our innocence, security,
basic needs collide with our needs. Minute by minute, Y2K creeps toward
us, like the shadow of the demon, its fingers reach for us.
No, we cry out, this can't be real, and wake in a sweat. Turn on the
light. The nightmare fades as we look around the room, it's only a myth,
nothing to fear, click the lamp out and turn into the pillow... the
shadow on the stairs moves closer.
cory hamasaki 490 days, 11,778 hours... closer. |
