Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
I think if Jeremy Irons, Alan Rickman and Patrick Stewart were in a movie together, I’d combust. The timbres of their voices (plus that British accent) will have me throwing panties at the screen.
Why did I nearly orgasm listening to this! I want more!
I’ll reblog this until the end of time.
(Source: tiny-sized, via brashblacknonbeliever)