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Date Posted: 06:38:19 01/14/04 Wed
Author: Fernanda Figueiredo da Silva Campos
Subject: Task 12

TASK 12

Reading

Dead Poet's Society

27 INT. KEATING'S ENGLISH CLASS - DAY 27

The lights are out and shades are drawn. Keating sits in a
chair beside the teacher's desk. He looks solemn. All is
still.

KEATING
(soft and soothing voice)
Boys, quietly open your texts to page
54

The boys follow instructions. Keating reads the following in
a tone of quiet reverence.

KEATING (CONT'D)
Little Boy Blue, by Eugene Field:
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and staunch he stands.
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket moulds in his hands;
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue,
Kissed them and put them there.
'Now don't you go till I come,' he said,
'And don't you make any noise!'
So toddling off to his trundle bed
He dreampt of pretty toys;
And as he was dreaming, an angel song,
Awakened our Little Boy Blue--
Oh the years are many, the years are
long,
But the little toy friends are true.
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place--
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face.
And they wonder, as waiting the long years thru,
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.

Keating is a masterful reader. With his marvelous voice, he
has milked this sentimental poem for everything it is worth.
Many of the boys are on the verge of tears. Suddenly Keating
shouts

KEATING (CONT'D)
AHHGGGG!!

The students jump halfway out of their seats.

KEATING (CONT'D)
Treacle! Mawkish treacle! Rip it out
of your books. Rip out the entire page!
I want this sentimental rubbish in the
trash where it belongs!

He marches down the aisles with the trash can and waits for
each boy to deposit the page from his textbook. The boys,
having been led down the sentimental path, cannot help but
laugh at this sudden change of mood.

KEATING (CONT'D)
Make a clean tear. I want nothing left
of it! Eugene Field! Disgraceful.

Writing

I recommend the movie that I have presented the scenes from, Dead Poets' Society, because I am a teacher and the setting of the film is a school, so we get a good view of what a traditional school is and how the society used to be at those times. It is also a very good movie for the ones who like Literature because the literature classes are the center of all that happens in the movie.
A movie I would not recommend is Signs. In my opinion, it is exagerated and boring. Besides, there is no suspense at all in the movie. I got really frustrated with it because I was expecting much more.

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Re: Task 12 -- Vera, 16:10:04 01/15/04 Thu