movie => dream => message.
MOVIE : mostly indie : 21 tracks :
out of the races and onto the tracks - the rapture.
take me out - franz ferdinand.
thickfreakness - black keys.
movie script ending - death cab for cutie.
ensure your reservation - polyphonic spree.
new project - athlete.
harlem streets - immortal technique.
even so - rachael yamagata.
musicology - prince.
why i love you - prefuse 73.
anthems for a 17-year-old girl - broken social scene.
andy, you're a star - killers.
broken joystick - adam green.
best of jill hives - guided by voices.
i only have eyes for you - flamingos.
exchange - massive attack.
everything means nothing to me - elliott smith.
georgie shot johnnie - low flying owls.
simple twist of fate - bob dylan.
go or go ahead - rufus wainwright.
faraway swimmingpool - mum.
DREAM : mostly electronica : 13 tracks :
rsdio - autechre.
across the universe - beatles.
ralome - plaid.
nighty night - wagon christ.
galactic funk - dj spooky.
man who catches clouds - neotropic.
slipper suite - palm skin productions.
journey's homes - savath savalas.
kelly watch the stars - moog cookbook.
brazil - cornelius.
fluff master - venetian snares.
dream of evan and chan - postal service.
kalea morning - twine.
MESSAGE : mostly hip-hop : 17 tracks :
stir it up - tribe called quest.
ah yeah! - k.r.s. one.
industrial revolution - immortal technique.
the message - grandmaster flash and the furious five.
time - diverse.
straight outta compton - n.w.a.
accidents don't happen - el-producto.
frontier psychiatrist - avalanches.
'they' schools - dead prez.
get it together - beastie boys.
push on - nappy roots.
6th sense - common.
damn it feels good to be a gansta - geto boys.
accordian - madvillain.
seasons - cunnilinguists with masta ace.
thieves in the night - mos def and talib kweli.
swan lake - blackalicious.
17 November 2004
But if there can be no arrangement, then we are at an impasse.
I'm afraid so -- I can't compete with you physically. And you're no match for my brains.
You're that smart?
Let me put it this way: have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?
Really? In that case, I challenge you to a battle of wits.
For the Princess?
The Man In Black nods.
To the death?
Good. Then pour the wine.
As Vizzini fills the goblets with the dark red liquid, the Man In Black pulls a small packet from his clothing, handing it to Fizzini.
Inhale this, but do not touch.
I smell nothing.
What you do not smell is called iocane powder. It is odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the more deadlier poisons known to man.
VIZZINI,watching excitedly as the Man In Black takes the goblets, turns his back. A moment later, he turns again, faces Vizzini, drops the iocane packet. It is now empty.
The Man In Black rotates the goblets in a little shell game maneuver then puts one glass in front of Vizzini, the other in front of himself.
All right: where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right and who is dead.
But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you. Are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet, or his enemy's?
He studies the Man In Black now.
Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I'm not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool; you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
You've made your decision then7
Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows. And Australia is entirely peopled with criminals. And criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.
Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.
Wait till I get going! Where was I?
Yes -- Australia, and you must have suspected I would have known the powder's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
You're just stalling now.
You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?
You've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong. So, you could have put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested my Spaniard which means you must have studied. And in studying, you must have learned that man is mortal so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
As Vizzini's pleasure has been growing throughout, the Man In Black's has been fast disappearing.
You're trying to trick me into giving away something -- it won't work --
It has worked -- you've given everything away -- I know where the poison is.
Then make your choice.
I will. And I choose --
And suddenly he stops, points at something behind the Man In Black.
-- what in the world can that be?
THE MAN IN BLACK,turning around, looking.
What? Where? I don't see anything.
VIZZINI,busily switching the goblets while the Man In Black has his head turned.
Oh, well, I-I could have sworn I saw something. No matter.
The Man In Black turns to face him again. Vizzini starts to laugh.
What's so funny?
I'll tell you in a minute. First, let's drink -- me from my glass, and you from yours.
And he picks up his goblet. The Man In Black picks up the one in front of him. As they both start to drink, Vizzini hesitates a moment.
Then, allowing the Man In Black to drink first, he swallows his wine.
You guessed wrong.
You only think I guessed wrong --
-- that's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned. You fool.
THE MAN IN BLACK.There's nothing he can say. He just sits there.
You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. The most famous is "Never get involved in a land war in Asia." But only slightly less well known is this: "Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line."
He laughs and roars and cackles and whoops and is in all ways quite cheery until he falls over dead.
THE MAN IN BLACK,stepping past the corpse, taking the blindfold and bindings off Buttercup, who notices Vizzini lying dead.
The Man In Black pulls her to her feet.
Who are you?
I am no one to be trifled with, that is all you ever need know.
He starts to lead her off the mountain path into untraveled terrain.
To think -- all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.
They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder.
And with that, he takes off...
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