Richard Burton reads Under Milk Wood

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Ray said…
We always convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, than another. Then we are frustrated that the kids are not old enough and well be more content when they are. After that were frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We always tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together. When we get a nice a car, and are able to go on a nice vocation when we retire. The truth is, there's no better time than right now. if not now, when? Our life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to ourselves and decide to be happy anyway.
1 November 2010 at 12:17
Simon M Hunter said…
Personally I was sure life wouldn't be better after I married, and I was right.
1 November 2010 at 13:22
MeltonMowbray said…
St Paul tells us it’s better to marry than burn. He doesn’t give any advice on marrying and burning at the same time.

I’ve never really liked Burton’s voice – far too mannered and actorly, but as far as I remember Thomas’s voice was similar. It would be interesting to hear a lower-key rendering.
3 November 2010 at 18:26
Simon M Hunter said…
Interesting, MM; for many this is THE recording, but I know what you mean. There is a recording of Thomas reading the poem, and another of A. Hopkins, but they are both fairly florid too.
4 November 2010 at 11:38
Online Tutor said…
@all interesting...for me life is just the same ,its we who decide how our life will be whether in good or bad times...its our choice
9 November 2010 at 14:50
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