Tri-lingual Hobbit re-read: Chapter 10 (General notes)

Been a bit, but now, getting back to it, let’s do Chapter 10 of The Hobbit!

Objectively speaking, not terribly much actually happens in this chapter. We’re basically talking the following chain of events:

Bilbo and dwarves: *float downriver to Laketown*
Bilbo: *gets dwarves out of barrels*
Thorin: “I am Thorin Oakenshield! KNEEL BEFORE ZOD–” (Wait, wrong movie.)
Lake-town Men and Elves: “Wut just happened? WOO HOO PARTY WITH THE DWARVES!”
Thorin: “We’re all going to go beat up on the dragon now!”
Lake-town Men: “Yeah okay, you have fun with that.”
Bilbo: *spends entire chapter with a cold*

Raise your hand if you’re imagining Martin Freeman looking miserable throughout this chapter. It does rather add an extra element of “aww your poor thing!”

General notes:

It’s going to be amusing to see the shots in the next movie of Thorin and Fili and Kili coming out of those barrels. Somehow, I suspect they’re still going to manage to look dreamy even when bedraggled. And I can see Martin Freeman looking sneezy and unimpressed during their entire visit to Lake-town, too.

The narrator tells us that “I have never heard what happened to the chief of the guards and the butler.” Which, even though I understand that this is being said for effect here, still translates to me as “I didn’t feel like bothering to fill that in”. It’s yet another little thing I’m pretty sure a modern writer would never get away with!

Noticed this actually when going through the French, but since Tolkien phrased it this way in English too, it goes up here: Thorin telling the party that “we must thank our stars and Mr. Baggins”. I note the lack of “lucky” in this phrase, but that would seem to be the intent here.

I have to wonder how trusting the folk of Lake-town are! The town Master clearly isn’t buying Thorin’s arrival for an instant, but the town at large goes pretty much batshit with Happy–and all it takes is this band of ragged-looking dwarves walking up, and the one in front going, “I’m King under the Mountain!” And *bam*, they all start singing. Either they’re very trusting, or else they’re looking for an excuse to party.

French notes in the next post!

Mirrored from angelahighland.com.

Tri-lingual Hobbit re-read: Chapter 10 (General notes)

Been a bit, but now, getting back to it, let’s do Chapter 10 of The Hobbit!

Objectively speaking, not terribly much actually happens in this chapter. We’re basically talking the following chain of events:

Bilbo and dwarves: *float downriver to Laketown*
Bilbo: *gets dwarves out of barrels*
Thorin: “I am Thorin Oakenshield! KNEEL BEFORE ZOD–” (Wait, wrong movie.)
Lake-town Men and Elves: “Wut just happened? WOO HOO PARTY WITH THE DWARVES!”
Thorin: “We’re all going to go beat up on the dragon now!”
Lake-town Men: “Yeah okay, you have fun with that.”
Bilbo: *spends entire chapter with a cold*

Raise your hand if you’re imagining Martin Freeman looking miserable throughout this chapter. It does rather add an extra element of “aww your poor thing!”

General notes:

It’s going to be amusing to see the shots in the next movie of Thorin and Fili and Kili coming out of those barrels. Somehow, I suspect they’re still going to manage to look dreamy even when bedraggled. And I can see Martin Freeman looking sneezy and unimpressed during their entire visit to Lake-town, too.

The narrator tells us that “I have never heard what happened to the chief of the guards and the butler.” Which, even though I understand that this is being said for effect here, still translates to me as “I didn’t feel like bothering to fill that in”. It’s yet another little thing I’m pretty sure a modern writer would never get away with!

Noticed this actually when going through the French, but since Tolkien phrased it this way in English too, it goes up here: Thorin telling the party that “we must thank our stars and Mr. Baggins”. I note the lack of “lucky” in this phrase, but that would seem to be the intent here.

I have to wonder how trusting the folk of Lake-town are! The town Master clearly isn’t buying Thorin’s arrival for an instant, but the town at large goes pretty much batshit with Happy–and all it takes is this band of ragged-looking dwarves walking up, and the one in front going, “I’m King under the Mountain!” And *bam*, they all start singing. Either they’re very trusting, or else they’re looking for an excuse to party.

French notes in the next post!

Mirrored from angelahighland.com.

Tri-lingual Hobbit re-read: Chapter 10 (French notes)

This post is the French notes for Chapter 10 of the Tri-lingual Hobbit Re-read! Spinning the French notes off into their own post because um, yeah, they got kinda LARGE.

Notes for the German edition will be in a subsequent post!

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from angelahighland.com.

Tri-lingual Hobbit re-read: Chapter 10 (French notes)

This post is the French notes for Chapter 10 of the Tri-lingual Hobbit Re-read! Spinning the French notes off into their own post because um, yeah, they got kinda LARGE.

Notes for the German edition will be in a subsequent post!

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from angelahighland.com.

This is what the inside of my head looks like

There are days where I wish I could draw, sometimes. Because I have a picture in my head I’d TOTALLY draw if I had the time, and I’d be calling it ‘The Many Fandoms of Anna the Piper’.

There’d be a version of me right in the front with a Great Big Sea shirt, bouncing a baby version of me on her knee, only the baby’s babbling in French. And another me would have a Doctor Who scarf, and another a Battlestar Galactica flight jacket, and a third would be wearing lip gloss and wielding a stake.

A me in a Dewshine costume would be dancing her way around the circle, hand in hand with another pointy-eared version of me cosplaying Galadriel. There’d be a me with a Telgar Weyr shoulderknot on and her Threadfighting jacket slung over the back of her chair. There’d TOTALLY be a me cosplaying femme!Han Solo, knocking back a shot of the best Ardbeg she can get her hands on. And a me looking suspiciously like the one cosplaying femme!Han, only she’s got on suspenders and a long brown coat. ;D

There are laptops scattered all over the scene, as well as smaller computing devices. And every cat I’ve ever shared a house with. There are posters of the Seaview and the Jupiter II and the original Galactica on the walls. And there’s a me in the corner wielding a Swiss army knife and looking like she’s busy reassembling a functioning computer out of chicken wire, broken hard drives, and several empty cider bottles. Another me on the side would be dressed like an FBI agent, with Scully’s haircut.

And on the other side, oldest of all, would be a me with a bit of gray in her hair and an Elvis shirt, beaming kindly at everybody else.

Several of them have flutes of various shapes and sizes. One’s got the General and another got’s Ragamuffin, and another’s got my bouzouki, and anybody without an instrument has her hands up about to clap. Several pairs of feet are about to do some serious stomping. Everyone is singing. Because there is indeed a HELL of a kitchen party going on.

Welcome to the inside of my brain. <3

Mirrored from angelahighland.com.

This is what the inside of my head looks like

There are days where I wish I could draw, sometimes. Because I have a picture in my head I’d TOTALLY draw if I had the time, and I’d be calling it ‘The Many Fandoms of Anna the Piper’.

There’d be a version of me right in the front with a Great Big Sea shirt, bouncing a baby version of me on her knee, only the baby’s babbling in French. And another me would have a Doctor Who scarf, and another a Battlestar Galactica flight jacket, and a third would be wearing lip gloss and wielding a stake.

A me in a Dewshine costume would be dancing her way around the circle, hand in hand with another pointy-eared version of me cosplaying Galadriel. There’d be a me with a Telgar Weyr shoulderknot on and her Threadfighting jacket slung over the back of her chair. There’d TOTALLY be a me cosplaying femme!Han Solo, knocking back a shot of the best Ardbeg she can get her hands on. And a me looking suspiciously like the one cosplaying femme!Han, only she’s got on suspenders and a long brown coat. ;D

There are laptops scattered all over the scene, as well as smaller computing devices. And every cat I’ve ever shared a house with. There are posters of the Seaview and the Jupiter II and the original Galactica on the walls. And there’s a me in the corner wielding a Swiss army knife and looking like she’s busy reassembling a functioning computer out of chicken wire, broken hard drives, and several empty cider bottles. Another me on the side would be dressed like an FBI agent, with Scully’s haircut.

And on the other side, oldest of all, would be a me with a bit of gray in her hair and an Elvis shirt, beaming kindly at everybody else.

Several of them have flutes of various shapes and sizes. One’s got the General and another got’s Ragamuffin, and another’s got my bouzouki, and anybody without an instrument has her hands up about to clap. Several pairs of feet are about to do some serious stomping. Everyone is singing. Because there is indeed a HELL of a kitchen party going on.

Welcome to the inside of my brain. <3

Mirrored from angelahighland.com.

Tri-lingual Hobbit re-read: Chapter 10 (German notes)

And now, last but not least, the notes for Chapter 10 of the German edition of The Hobbit!

Which are rather shorter than the French notes, but then, my grasp of German is still rather shorter than my grasp of French is these days, and I’m still not having those a-ha moments where I get chunks of German starting to make sense. But I HAVE started studying German in SuperMemo, so we’ll see what happens after I’ve done that for a while!

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from angelahighland.com.

Tri-lingual Hobbit re-read: Chapter 10 (German notes)

And now, last but not least, the notes for Chapter 10 of the German edition of The Hobbit!

Which are rather shorter than the French notes, but then, my grasp of German is still rather shorter than my grasp of French is these days, and I’m still not having those a-ha moments where I get chunks of German starting to make sense. But I HAVE started studying German in SuperMemo, so we’ll see what happens after I’ve done that for a while!

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from angelahighland.com.