분야
hwp"Dearest Meg,
Im having a glorious time.
I like them all.
They are the happiest,
jolliest family you can imagine.
The fun of it is,
they think me a noodle.
And say so.
At least Mr. Wilcox does.
Oh, Meg, shall we ever learn
to talk less.
But dearest Meg...
i dont know what to say
or what you will say.
Paul wilcox and I are in love.
We are engaged."
- Well, you Schlegel girls!
- Tibby, look.
Margaret, if I may interfere.
What is going on?
I can tell you nothing, aunt Juley.
I know no more than you do.
We only met the wilcoxes last spring
while we were hiking in germany.
Oh, dear.
Someone must go down to howards house
to make inquiries.
- Howards end.
- Inquiries are necessary.
What do we know about these wilcoxes?
Are they our sort? Likely people?
But aunt Juley, what does it matter?
Helens in love.
Thats all I need to know.
Please get me a train timetable, dear.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Paul?
Im afraid Crane
has reported sick again.
He was to take me to the worringtons
today for tennis. I told them.
Hes standing, of course.
Get rid of him, father,
hire a new chauffeur.
Mother, were off. Good-bye.
Charlie, wait.
- What?
- Is papa there?
Wait a minute.
Ive got some cherries.
- About last night.
- Nothing happened.
- Im afraid I lost my head.
- Yes, we both did.
Mustve been the moonlight,
except there was no moon.
Well, thats quite all right.
- Do you mind?
- No.
I have no money of my own...
and I have to make my way
in Nigeria.
Its beastly there for a white woman,
with the climate, natives and all that.
- I think youre a ripping girl.
- Its quite all right.
No one knows about it.
- Meg! I wrote to my sister.
- You didnt!
Yes, Im sorry.
Shes sure to come. We must stop her.
Well send a telegram.
Cranes off sick.
- Isnt there a bicycle?
- Yes, there is somewhere.
Thatll be one and threepence 70,
sir.
M.j. Schlegel.
6 Wickham place.
London, west.
"Dear Meg. All over.
Wish id never written.
Tell no one. Helen."
Excuse me. Im looking for somewhere
called howards house.
Mr. Wilcox, this lady
wants Howards End.
Forgive my asking. Are you
the younger Mr. Wilcox or the elder?
The younger.
The stations unorganized. If I had
my way, the whole lot would be sacked.
- Thank you, bernard.
- Thank you, sir.
I should introduce myself.
I am miss Schlegels aunt.
Rather. Yes, miss Schlegels
stopping with us.
- Do you want to see her?
- That would be very nice.
I could run you up.
All the Schlegels are exceptional.
They are british to the backbone...
but their father was german...
and that is why they care for
literature and art.
Just one minute.
Wilcox, Howards End!
Know that I come
in no spirit of interference.
Im here to represent the family...
and to talk to you about helen wilcox...
my niece, and you.
Miss Schlegel and myself?
I trust theres no misunderstanding.
Its true Im engaged to be married...
but to another young lady,
not to miss Schlegel.
Helen wrote to us.
She has told us everything.
Good god!
Its some foolery of Pauls!
- But you are Paul.
- No, Im not.
- Why did you say so?
- I said nothing of the sort.
- You did.
- I did not. My name is Charles.
You mean to tell me that Paul
and your niece have... the idiot!
Damn fool!
Look, I warn you.
Its useless.
Paul hasnt a penny.
No need to warn us.
The warning is all the other way.
He hasnt told us, but your niece
lost no time in publishing the news.
If I were a man, for that last remark
id box your ears.
Youre not fit to sit in the same room
as my niece.
- She spread the news, he hasnt.
- Or to clean her boots.
- Might I finish my sentence?
- No! I wont argue with such a person.
Let me out of this car this instant.
Dont stand up.
Sit down! Sit down!
Just sit down!
Goodness sakes!
It will, I think,
be generally admitted...
that beethovens fifth symphony...
is the most sublime noise...
ever to have penetrated
the ear of man.
But what does it mean?
You can hardly fail to recognize
in this music...
a mighty drama.
The struggle of a hero
beset by perils...
riding to magnificent victory
and ultimate triumph...
as described in the development section
of the first movement.
I want to draw your attention
to the third movement.
We no longer hear the hero,
but a goblin.
Thank you, mother.
Single, solitary goblin...
walking across the universe...
from beginning to end.
Why a goblin?
- I beg your pardon?
- Why a goblin?
Its obvious.
The goblin signifies
the spirit of negation.
But why specifically a goblin?
Panic and emptiness.
That is what...
a goblin signifies.
Miss!
Excuse me, miss,
but my umbrella.
Miss!
Miss?
Mrs. Wilcox never got
her wedding dress wet.
Hurry up, Charles.
In you go.
Good-bye. See you there.
Astonishing bad luck...
that in the whole of london
they could find no flat to rent...
except the one bottled up
against our library window.
Who could find no flat?
Tibby, the wilcoxes.
Surely you remember that business
last summer...
with helen and Paul wilcox.
Paul wilcox?
The one I was expected to thrash
within an inch of his life?
Oh, miss!
What is i