Rocket Man napisał
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"Who is Queen Morgause?" he asked one day. "I was told that she is beautiful. What did
these Old Ones want to fight us about? And what is her husband like, King Lot? What is his
proper name? I heard somebody calling him the King of the Out Isles, and then there are
others who call him the King of Lothian and Orkney. Where is Lothian? Is it near Hy Brazil?
I can't understand what the revolt was about. Everybody knows that the King of England is
their feudal overlord. I heard that she has four sons. Is it true that she doesn't get on with her
husband?"
They were riding back from a day on the mountain, where they had been hunting grouse with
the peregrines, and Merlyn had gone with them for the sake of the ride. He had become a
vegetarian lately - an opponent of blood-sports on principle - although he had gone through
most of them during his thoughtless youth - and even now he secretly adored to watch the
falcons for thelmselves. Their masterly circles, as they waited on - mere specks in the sky -
and the bur-r-r with which they scythed on the grouse, and the way in which the wretched
quarry, killed instantaneously, went end-over-tip into the heather - these were a temptation to
which he yielded in the uncomfortable knowledge that it was sin. He consoled himself by
saying that the grouse were for the pot. But it was a shallow excuse, for he did not believe in
eating meat either.
Arthur, who was riding watchfully like a sensible young monarch, withdrew his eye from a
clump of whins which might have held an ambush in those early days of anarchy, and cocked
one eyebrow at his tutor. He was wondering with half his mind which of Kay's questions the
magician would choose to answer, but the other half was still upon the martial possibilities of
the landscape. He knew how far the falconers were behind them - the cadger carrying the
hooded hawks on a square framework slung from his shoulders, with a man-at-arms on either
side - and how far in front was the next likely place for a William Rufus arrow. Merlyn chose
the second question. "Wars are never fought for one reason," he said. "They are fought for
dozens of reasons, in a muddle. It is the same with revolts."
"But there must have been a main reason," said Kay. "Not necessarily."
Arthur observed: "We might have a trot now. It is clear going for two miles since those
whins, and we can have a canter back again, to keep with the men. It would breathe the
horses."
Merlyn's hat blew off. They had to stop to pick it up. Afterwards they walked their horses
sedately in a row.
"One reason," said the magician, "is the immortal feud of Gael and Gall. The Gaelic
Confederation are representatives of an ancient race which has been harried out of England
by several races which are represented by you. Naturally they want to be as nasty as possible
to you when they can." "Racial history is beyond me," said Kay. "Nobody knows which race
is which. They are all serfs, in any case." The old man looked at him with something like
amusement.
"One of the startling things about the Norman," he said, "is that he really does not know a
single thing about anybody except himself. And you, Kay, as a Norman gentleman, carry the
peculiarity to its limit. I wonder if you even know what a Gael is? Some people call them
Celts."
these Old Ones want to fight us about? And what is her husband like, King Lot? What is his
proper name? I heard somebody calling him the King of the Out Isles, and then there are
others who call him the King of Lothian and Orkney. Where is Lothian? Is it near Hy Brazil?
I can't understand what the revolt was about. Everybody knows that the King of England is
their feudal overlord. I heard that she has four sons. Is it true that she doesn't get on with her
husband?"
They were riding back from a day on the mountain, where they had been hunting grouse with
the peregrines, and Merlyn had gone with them for the sake of the ride. He had become a
vegetarian lately - an opponent of blood-sports on principle - although he had gone through
most of them during his thoughtless youth - and even now he secretly adored to watch the
falcons for thelmselves. Their masterly circles, as they waited on - mere specks in the sky -
and the bur-r-r with which they scythed on the grouse, and the way in which the wretched
quarry, killed instantaneously, went end-over-tip into the heather - these were a temptation to
which he yielded in the uncomfortable knowledge that it was sin. He consoled himself by
saying that the grouse were for the pot. But it was a shallow excuse, for he did not believe in
eating meat either.
Arthur, who was riding watchfully like a sensible young monarch, withdrew his eye from a
clump of whins which might have held an ambush in those early days of anarchy, and cocked
one eyebrow at his tutor. He was wondering with half his mind which of Kay's questions the
magician would choose to answer, but the other half was still upon the martial possibilities of
the landscape. He knew how far the falconers were behind them - the cadger carrying the
hooded hawks on a square framework slung from his shoulders, with a man-at-arms on either
side - and how far in front was the next likely place for a William Rufus arrow. Merlyn chose
the second question. "Wars are never fought for one reason," he said. "They are fought for
dozens of reasons, in a muddle. It is the same with revolts."
"But there must have been a main reason," said Kay. "Not necessarily."
Arthur observed: "We might have a trot now. It is clear going for two miles since those
whins, and we can have a canter back again, to keep with the men. It would breathe the
horses."
Merlyn's hat blew off. They had to stop to pick it up. Afterwards they walked their horses
sedately in a row.
"One reason," said the magician, "is the immortal feud of Gael and Gall. The Gaelic
Confederation are representatives of an ancient race which has been harried out of England
by several races which are represented by you. Naturally they want to be as nasty as possible
to you when they can." "Racial history is beyond me," said Kay. "Nobody knows which race
is which. They are all serfs, in any case." The old man looked at him with something like
amusement.
"One of the startling things about the Norman," he said, "is that he really does not know a
single thing about anybody except himself. And you, Kay, as a Norman gentleman, carry the
peculiarity to its limit. I wonder if you even know what a Gael is? Some people call them
Celts."
Z robieniem fiszek i powtarzaniem się oczywiście zgadzam, jednak chciałbym przy tym zauważyć, że zapisywanie nowych słówek i ich powtarzanie jest normalną procedurą przy nauce języka i czytanie książki w żaden sposób na to nie wpływa - bo wypisywać można równie dobrze z podręcznika, filmu czy losowo ze słownika nawet, tak więc jedynie wyszukiwanie słów jest przyjemniejsze, sama nauka już się niczym nie różni - dlatego właśnie twierdzę, że czytanie książek samo w sobie nie szczególnie pomaga w poznawaniu nowych słów. Jest jedynie o tyle lepsze, że odrazu można zobaczyć przykład zastosowania, czego w słowniku czy podręczniku zazwyczaj nie ma.
Milo Elessar napisał
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Nie zmienia to wszystko faktu, że sam gorąco zachęcam do czytania w oryginalnym języku - nawet jeśli nie da się przy tym dużo nauczyć, to jednak zawsze te kilka słówek w głowie zostanie, dotychczasową wiedzę można sobie utrwalić, a samo czytanie jest niezwykle przyjemne i satysfakcjonujące ;)
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