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else in this sophisticated establishment. The B was in Latin. Seriously, congratulations. Excuse us. Don’t worry too much. About what? Someone told me that in about years, no one will speak Latin, probably. Not even Latin people. So don’t worry about your B. He’s even more of a bastard than I thought. You wouldn’t want him to marry your sister. You wouldn’t want to talk to him in a club, come to that. You do know what you’re doing, old chap? With Jenny? This is the one, Danny. Right. That’s it! You can see she’s different. I just don’t want to see her hurt. Have you bought any more paintings recently? Have I? Yes! Picked up a little Piper. Good one, I think. I’m still trying to work out what makes good things good. It’s hard, isn’t it? Well, the thing is, Jenny, you know. Without necessarily being able to explain why. See, you have taste. That’s not half the battle. That’s the whole war. Jenny, we should go. It’s late. Really? Yes. Alas. One day school will be over forever and we can talk about art all night. You’re all right in a taxi, aren’t you? Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go. Come on. Good night. Wait here. David, what are you looking for? Um, just… What are you doing? Will you marry me? What were you looking for? I thought I had a ring. It wouldn’t have been the right one, but it would have done for tonight. Oh, David. I’m serious. You’re very sweet. What do you think? Take me home. All right. They do need some looking after, but nothing that will require too much work. Just leave them in your potting shed for a couple of weeks and they’ll look after themselves. Fine, the potting shed. Who does he think I am, Prince Rainier of Monaco? What if I got married instead of going to college? Married? Married. Well, it would depend on who it was, of course. Would it? That’s interesting. Well, of course it would. I wouldn’t want you married off just for the sake of it. Thanks. Has somebody asked you? Yes. Who? David? No. A man I just met walking his dog. What did you tell him? Nothing yet. Do you have a choice, or is it too late? Of course she’s got a choice! An interesting one, too, eh? This is where you’re supposed to say, “But what about Oxford?” Well, look at it another way. You wouldn’t really need to go now, would you? I wouldn’t need to go? Would you like to expand on that? You’d be looked after. All that Latin. All those essays! What was the point? Why didn’t you just send me prowling round nightclubs? It would have been less trouble and I might have had more fun! I don’t know about nightclubs, I know about education. Anyway, looks like it might have turned out for the best. How? He wouldn’t want you if you were thick, now, would he? “May not an ass know when the cart draws the horse? “Sings: ‘Whoop, Jug! I love thee…'” When it says “sings”, it means you sing the line. Never mind. Right. Lear. “Does any here know me? This is not Lear. “Does Lear walk thus? Speak thus? Where are his eyes?” “Ha! Waking? Who is it that can tell me who I am?” Oh! Miss! Me. I can. Oh, Jenny. What? Take it off. Oh, my God! Is that what I think it is? I’m going to be a bridesmaid! You know the school rule on jewellery. Half the girls in this room are wearing jewellery. Yes, but none of it’s going to ruin their lives. We have a difference of opinion about that. How far advanced are these ridiculous plans? Have you set a date? Have you decided on a church? We won’t be getting married in a church. David’s Jewish. Jewish? He’s a Jew? You are aware, I take it, that the Jews killed our Lord? And you’re aware, I suppose, that our Lord was Jewish? I suppose he told you that. We’re all very sorry about what happened during the war, but that’s absolutely no excuse for that sort of malicious and untruthful propaganda. Anyway, I can see you’re far more in need of responsible advice than I realised. Nobody does anything worth doing without a degree. Nobody does anything worth doing with a degree. No woman, anyway. So what I do isn’t worth doing? Or what Miss Stubbs does, or Mrs Wilson, or any of us here? Because none of us would be here without a degree. You do realise that, don’t you?