O Brian

Há muito muito tempo, nasceu nas terras da Palestina um rapazinho chamado Brian. É a ele que dedico o post de hoje. Mal sabia o pobre Brian naquela manjedoura de palha que, depois de morrer na cruz por um tremendo engano, os homens morrem hoje estupidamente naquele local por outro tremendo engano...

(não resisti. tive mesmo que transcrever este episódio remomorativo dos 2008 anos de existência dos Reis Magos, Wise Man, afinal. digam-me que não é hoje, foi ontem. alguém me explica o que interessa um dia a mais ou a menos do dia institucionalizado se ninguém sabe bem quando aconteceu? [e não entrando noutras questões...])

Enfim:

Three camels are silhouetted against the bright stars of the
moonless sky, moving slowly along the horizon. A star leads
them towards Bethlehem. (...) They approach a stable, (...) and enter to find a typical manger scene, with a baby in a rough crib of straw and patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side of the child. (...) She is a ratbag.

Mandy: Who are you?
Wise Man 1: We are three wise men.
Wise Man 2: We are astrologers. We have come from the East.
Mandy: Is this some kind of joke?
Wise Man 1: We wish to praise the infant.
Wise Man 2: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage!! You're all drunk you are. It's disgusting.
Out, out!
Wise Man 3: No, no.
Mandy: Coming bursting in here first thing in the morning
with some tale about Oriental fortune tellers...
get out!
Wise Man 1: No. No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more like. Get out!
Wise Man 2: We must see him. We have brought presents.
Mandy: Out!
Wise Man 1: Gold, frankincense, myrrh.

(her attitude changes immediately)

Mandy: Well, why didn't you say so? He's over here...Sorry
this place is a bit of a mess. What is myrrh, anyway?
Wise Man 3: It is a valuable balm.
Mandy: A balm, what are you giving him a balm for? It might
bite him.
Wise Man 3: What?
Mandy: It's a dangerous animal. Quick, throw it in the trough.
Wise Man 3: No it isn't.
Mandy: Yes it is.
Wise Man 3: No, no, it is an ointment.
Mandy: An ointment?
Wise Man 3: Look.
Mandy: (sampling the ointment with a grubby finger)
Oh. There is an animal called a balm or did I dream it?
You astrologers, eh? Well, what's he then?
Wise Man 2: H'm?
Mandy: What star sign is he?
Wise Man 2: Capricorn.
Mandy: Capricorn, eh, what are they like?
Wise Man 2: He is the son of God, our Messiah.
Wise Man 1: King of the Jews.
Mandy: And that's Capricorn, is it?
Wise Man 3: No, no, that's just him.
Mandy: Oh, I was going to say, otherwise there'd be a lot of
them.


(Life of Brian, Monthy Python, 1979)