SCENE ONE!
(I can smear the snickering already. Make that hear. I will check each line by line, or not. As dementia sinks in, I am dismayed how much how quickly of brains “braininess” is ripped out. )
I signed up for an academic.edu class, The time It was to begin was written as 1:00 whiteboard. I could read cursive. I looked over her shoulder, without, at first, realizing the lovely shoulder, then second belonged to Anne Carson. She turned into me, well not, I mean, that she changed into me, but that she bumped into me as she turned to ask. “Where is the lecture hall? I’ve never been on a boat like this with an intellectual mission; academics eating and ring a ring a ding a drinking”
It was. The first lecture, of the day. Stinking hot. The morning had been organized for some serious lounging and longing. There was a hot water spring on the island and a spa on Board featuring a mineral hot water splash and slap down for some soul searching and open their pores.
Hm this doesn’t appeal to me somehow. I really don’t want my pores manipulated by strangers, How about you?
“Nope it’s not the kind of thing an undercover secret agent would risk. Frankly, I have bigger fish to poach.”
“Well now, first person I meet on this cruise is a secret agent. (Carson. Sings, off key, “Secret Agent Man, Secret Agent Man…trails off.) Must get [the original recording
I always find first recordings are like men, you have to give them a bit of a spin before you’ll know if they have the groove the moves you, “(punches Laertes in the shoulder like a buddy)
The secret agent man) Laertes smiles indulgently how about a small tour of this boat or the one I own. Actually I have a largish float plane…Later, man o war. Oh what THE HELL, I’ve got all 50 heros and the Argonaut to use for a bit of flouncing!
No, That’s not the way Auden wrote it. Later , Man Later
I have a lecture to polish. She is seen descending on the escalator, or a glass in elevator, the film ends as Carson disappears out of the shot.