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лытдыбр [дек. 30, 2001|06:08 pm]
Anatoly Vorobey
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Фраза: "к обоюдному согласию всех присутствующих..."


Посмотрел "Мальтийский сокол", которого раньше не видел. Богарт неподражаем. Продолжаю читать "The Gold Bug Variations" Пауэрса. Уже ясно, что вся книга написана в традиции философского романа, и, как ни странно, у П., кажется, это даже очень хорошо выходит.
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[User Picture]From: alexpgp
2001-12-30 09:53 am
Богарт, да, неподражаем, но сама сказка (написана Dashiell Hammett'ом) тоже имеет какой-то "вес" (despite the pulp roots).

Best wishes for the New Year, BTW. С новым годом!

Cheers...
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[User Picture]From: avva
2001-12-30 09:57 am
Is the quip about "stuff that dreams are made of" there in the book as well?
I'm told that the movie is incredibly faithful to the book, word-for-word in most scenes.

С Новым Годом и Вас тоже!
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[User Picture]From: alexpgp
2001-12-30 02:21 pm
No. The quip is from Shakespeare (The Tempest, Act IV, scene 1).

There are a number of scenes that reproduce the book, but the ending is not one of them (probably as a sop of Hollyweird). Here's what happens after the cops take Bridget away:

Effie Perrine put down her newspaper and jumped out of Spade's chair when he came into the office at a little after nine o'clock Monday morning. He said: "Morning, angel."

"Is that--what the papers have--right?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am." He dropped his hat on the desk and sat down. His face was pasty in color, but its lines were strong and cheerful and his eyes, though still somewhat red-veined, were clear. The girl's brown eyes were peculiarly enlarged and there was a queer twist to her mouth. She stood beside him, staring down at him. He raised his head, grinned, and said mockingly: "So much for your woman's intuition."

Her voice was as queer as the expression on her face. "You did that, Sam, to her?"

He nodded. "Your Sam's a detective." He looked sharply at her. He put his arm around her waist, his hand on her hip. "She did kill Miles, angel," he said, gently, "offhand, like that." He snapped his fingers.

She escaped from his arm as if it had hurt her. "Don't, please, don't touch me," she said brokenly. "I know--I know you're right. You're right. But don't touch me now--not now." Spade's face became as pale as his collar. The corridor-door's knob rattled. Effie Perrine turned quickly and went into the outer office, shutting the door behind her. She said in a small, flat voice: "Iva is here."

Spade, looking at his desk, nodded almost imperceptibly. "Yes," he said, and shivered. "Well, send her in."
Cheers...
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