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Greeting
Good morning everyone. How are you today?
I had flu the first time in my life this winter.
Anyway, winter is gone, and spring has come.
I don't worry about flu anymore! ...Now I worry about hay
fever.But we should forget pollen and enjoy our festival!
Please relax and do your best!
今回のセイレーン杯を開催するにあたって、協力してくださった
全てのスタッフ、先輩方、ジャッジを引き受けてくださった審査
員の方、出場者のみなさんに感謝します。
そして本日の来場者のみなさんにも感謝します。
どうぞ最後までお楽しみください。
チェアパーソン：南山短期大学
黒宮ゆかり

Hello everyone. I‟m glad to greet here.
To all contestants, how are you? I suppose many contestants have
practiced hard for the Siren Cup. You may be anxious and nervous, but
calm down. More importantly, enjoy your presentation and this contest!
I am looking forward to seeing your speech.
Finally, I am grateful for all the speakers, audience, and staff. Thank
you.
Atsushi Tsunekawa
Vice chairperson of Siren-Cup
Mie University

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Judges
Greetings!
Today‟s festival is partly about competition but mainly about
language learning. By coming here, you have shown your commitment
to improving your English. Many long hours went into your efforts to
select a good passage, study it carefully, and practice it thoroughly.

By working hard to prepare your English selection, you gradually
“made it your own.” Now it is something inside of you that may stay in
your memory for years to come. It is English that truly belongs to you.

In today‟s festival, you will see and hear many other speakers who
went through the same process of language learning that you
experienced. As you compete today, remember that every speaker
shares the same purpose–to communicate a fresh interpretation of an
English passage to the audience.

Remember, too, that you can improve your own English today by
listening closely to the other speakers. That is another way to get
English “inside” yourself.

Long after this festival is over, you can keep on growing as a
language learner by making a habit of the skills that brought you here
today. Continue reading and listening closely in English–or any other
target language, including your native one. The more words of a
language that you hold in your mind and heart, the better a speaker

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and writer of that language you will become.

Laurence M. Dryden
Nanzan Junior College

春休み中にも英語の勉強を続けようと、セイレーン杯コンテストを企画し、
練習を重ねてこられたＥＳＳの皆さんに心から敬意を表します。そして、
その練習の成果を聴かせて頂くのをとても楽しみにしています。

オーラルインタープリテーション・メソッドを用いて、モデルとなる英文
「誰が、誰に、何を、どんな目的で、どのように」
を充分に理解した上で、
伝えるかを自覚して語る練習を重ねていけば、言語の習得だけではなく、
コミュニケーション・スキルの習得、ひいては人間理解にも役立つことと
思います。

身体も脳も柔軟で、集中する時間のある学生時代の今こそ、好きな分野の
基礎力を身に付ける最良の機会だと思います。ご自分の成長を信じて今後
も努力なさるよう願っています。

田中 良子
南山短期大学・名誉教授

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Time Table
10:30 Opening Ceremony

11:00 Section1

12:00 Lunch Break

13:00 Section2

14:00 Break

14:30 Section3

15:20 Conference

16:30 Closing Ceremony

17:30 Reception
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Speakers
Solo
1. I have a dream
Suguru OTA (MU)

2. My Treasure
Takuto HAYASHI (AU)

3. Medea
Ayaka HORI （NZJC)

4. Daddy's Little Girl
Natsumi JIKKO (KGU)

5. Rain
Tomomi IMURA (MU)

6. Romeo and Juliet
Lisa MATSUSHIMA (NZJC)

7. Badgered Single
Ryoko YAMAMOTO (NZU)

8. Live This Day as if It Were Your Last. It Might Be!
Yuma KONDO (AU)

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9. HERO
Rina SAKAKIBARA (NIT)

10. THE COWARD
Satoyo OZAKI (MU)

11. Tomorrow Never Comes
Azusa MORI (NZJC)

12. The important thing for you?
Yasuhiro SHIMIZU (NUFS)

13. I have a dream
Hidenobu HARAYAMA (NZU)

Group
1. ANTIGONE
Aya OGASAWARA, Yu OSAKI (NZJC)

2. Debate of Clinton and Obama
Tomoyuki SAKAKIBARA, Toshiyuki HORIOKA (NZU)

3. PROLOGUE TO READERS THERTRE II
Kaoru SHIMOKAWA, Chisato TAKAGI, Ayaka HORI, Hiwo YONEZU (NZJC)

4. THE WAR PRAYER
Natsumi ICHIBA, Yukari KUROMIYA, Yasuyo MORIOKA, Minami NAGAO
(NZJC)

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Scripts
1. I have a dream
2. My Treasure
3. Medea
4. Daddy's Little Girl
5. Rain
6. Romeo and Juliet
7. Badgered Single
8. Live This Day as if It Were Your Last. It Might Be!
9. HERO
10. THE COWARD
11. Tomorrow Never Comes
12. The important thing for you?
13. I have a dream
14. ANTIGONE
15. Debate of Clinton and Obama
16. PROLOGUE TO READERS THERTRE II
17. THE WAR PRAYER

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I Have a Dream
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as
the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we
stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous
decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves
who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as the
joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred
years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles
of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years
later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast
ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still
languished in the corners of American society, and finds himself an
exile in his own land. So we‟ve come here today to dramatize a
shameful condition.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties
of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted
in the American Dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will
rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to
be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of
former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit
down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a
nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by
the content of their character. I have a dream today.

This will be the day; this will be the day, when all of God‟s children
will be able to sing with new meaning, “My country „tis of thee, sweet
land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father‟s died, land of the
Pilgrims‟ pride, from every mountain side, let freedom ring!” And if
America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

So let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom

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ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi, from every mountain
side, let freedom ring. And when this happens, when we allow freedom
to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from
every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all
of God‟s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles,
Protestants and Catholics will be able to join hands and sing in the
words of the old Negro spiritual; “Free at last, free at last. Thank God
almighty, we are free at last.”

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My Treasure…
Hayashi Takuto Aichi University
This is not just a can. This is not a penholder. This is not my lunch. This
is my treasure.
This can was made by a social welfare corporation. I experienced welfare work
last summer. The facility where I visited was built as an industrial school. I met
many patients with mental health problems there. They gave a warm welcome
to me.

During my stay there, I enjoyed working, eating, playing and talking with them.
My first job was farm work. Tomatoes, Celeries, broccoli and many other
vegetables were planted in the garden. When I was digging in the farm, I felt
the day was very hot .I was very dehydrated, about 1 litre of water was lost
from my body. I didn’t know whether I was digging or sprinkling water on the
field.

When I worked as a baker, I was surprised that they were clever with their
hands. They shaped bread and cookies.
The air was redolent with the fragrance of toasted bread and cookies. The
room was like heaven. But that didn’t last long. I gradually became hungry. I
believe that it would have been better if I could have eaten them up!!

When I had lunch with them, they talked about romance. I only told them
“please don’t ask me”.
Maybe they were in their adolescence. Happy memories of my own
adolescence rushed into my mind.
And I made friends with a pretty girl. She was a really pretty girl. She looked
very happy. Unfortunately, she already had a boyfriend.

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When I was cleaning the garden, I was shot in the back. “Oh, no!!” I looked
behind me. A child was gripping a hose. When he sprinkled water over the
garden, a riot broke out. When most of the cleaning staff became sopping wet,
I heard a loud voice say “Behave yourself”. A big guy, 2meters tall, came to the
garden. All of a sudden, we became silent. Now I think that is one of my best
memories.

When I talked with them, they wanted to talk about their dreams. I learned
that they each had a special dream.
One boy wanted to be a baker. One girl wanted to be a waitress. The big guy
wanted to be a farmer. The pretty girl wanted to be a bride. They were
surprised that I couldn’t talk about my dream. I learned from them that keeping
a pure heart was very easy. I was encouraged by them to do my best for
everything.
I gained many things. They cannot be packed into this can.
Many friends taught me to live according to my own mind.
Many friends gave me a lot of memories.
I have a dream that their dreams will come true.
I have a dream that the world will be filled with as much laughter as the facility.

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Medea,
This man.-this barking dog.
-this gulled fool.-
You saw me low on my knees before the great dog of Corinth.
humble, holding my heart in my hands.
For a dog to bite-break this dog's teeth.
Women:it is a bitter thing to be a woman.
A woman is weak for warfare, she must use cunning.
Men boast their battles: I tell you this, and we know it:
It is easier to stand in battle three time, in the front line, in the stabbing
fury, than to bear one child.
And a woman, they say, can do no good evil:
she can do evil.
I wept before that tall dog, I wept my tears before him, I degraded my
knees to him, I gulled and flattered him.
O triple fool, he has given me.
all that I needed: a little time, a space of time.
Death is dearer to me
Than what I am now: and if today by sunset the world has not turned, and
turned sharp too-let your dog Creon
Send two or three slaves to kill me and a cord to strangle me:I will stretch
out
My throat to it. But I have a bitter hope, women. I begin to see light
Through the dark wood, between the monstrous trunks of the trees, at the
end of the tangled forest an eyehole.
A pin-point of light:
I shall not die perhaps
As a pigeon dies. Not like an innocent lamb. that feels a hand on its head
and looks up from the knife.
To the man's face and dies.-No, like some yelloweyed beast that has killed

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its hunters let me lie down.
On the hound's bodies and the broken spears.-Then how to strike them?
What means to use?
There are so many
Door through which painful death may glide in and catch-
Which one,which one?

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Daddy's Little Girl
by Frankie J

[Verse 1:]
He drops his suitcase by the door
She knows her daddy won't be back anymore
She drags her feet across the floor
Tryna hold back time to keep him holding on
And she says

[Pre Chorus:]
Daddy Daddy don't leave
I'll do anything to keep you
Right here with me
Can't you see how much I need you

Daddy Daddy don't leave
Mommy's saying things she don't mean
She don't know what she's talking about
Somebody hear me out

[Chorus:]
Father listen
Tell him that he's got a home and he don't have to go
Father save him
I would do anything in return
I'll clean my room
Try hard in school
I'll be good
I promise you

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Father, Father
I pray to you

[Verse 2:]
Now she hasn't slept in weeks
She don't want to close her eyes cause she's scared that he'll leave
They tried just about everything
It's getting harder now
For him to breathe
And she says

[Pre Chorus:]
Daddy Daddy don't leave
I'll do anything to keep you
Right here with me
Can't you see how much I need you

Daddy Daddy don't leave
The doctors are saying things they don't mean
They don't know what they talking about
Somebody hear me out

[Chorus:]
Father (father) listen (listen)
Tell him that he's got a home and he don't have to go (don't have to go)
Father (father) save him
I would do anything in return
I'll clean my room
Try hard in school
I'll be good

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I promise you
Father, Father
I pray to you

[Hook:]
Please don't let him go (don't let him go)
I'm begging you so (I'm begging you so)
There open his eyes
There ain't no more time
To tell him that I love him more
Than anything in the world
Is Daddy's little girl

She was Daddy's Little Girl

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Rain
On the dusty earth-drum beats the falling rain,
Now a whispered murmur, now a louder strain,
Slender silver drum-sticks on an ancient drum,
Beat the mellow music bidding life to come.
Chords of earth awakened, notes of greening spring,
Rise and fall triumphant, over everything.
Slender silvery drum-sticks beat the long tatoo-
God, the Great Musician calling life anew.

It was raining, raining, raining hard.
It was falling on my head.
It was falling on the stars.
It was falling on the sun.
It was falling on my shoes.
I got soaking wet.
I got soaking wet.
But I stayed outside.
I stayed outside.
The rain was sweet.
The rain was warm.
The rain was soft.
It reminded me of home.

It was raining, raining, raining hard.
It was falling, falling, falling on the stars.
It was raining, raining, raining hard.
It was falling, falling, falling on the starts.

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Soft rain
Raining, raining
Sweet rain
Raining, raining
Warm rain
Raining, raining
Sweet soft Raining, raining
Warm rain Raining, raining
Sweet soft Raining, raining
Warm rain Raining, raining

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Romeo and Juliet

Chorus. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir;
That fair for which love groan’d for and would die,
With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair.
Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
But to his foe supposed he must complain,
And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks:
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new-beloved any where:
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.

I’m going to read the balcony scene of Romeo and Juliet.

Juliet. O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo. [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet. ’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

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By any other name would smell as sweet,
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
Romeo. I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Juliet. What man art thou that thus bescreened in night
So stumblest on my counsel?
Romeo. By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Juliet. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Romeo. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
Juliet. How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Romeo. With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these
walls,
For stony limits cannot hold love out;
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Juliet. If they do see thee they will murder thee.

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Romeo. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
Juliet. I would not for the world they saw thee here.
Romeo. I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes;
And but thou love me, let them find me here;
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
Juliet. By whose direction foundest thou out this place?
Romeo. By Love, that first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
Juliet. Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment.
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say ‘Ay,’
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swearest,
Thou mayst prove false; at lovers’ perjuries,
Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my behaviour light,
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true

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Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheardest, ere I was ware,
My true love’s passion; therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Romeo. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops―
Juliet. O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo. What shall I swear by?
Juliet. Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.
Romeo. If my heart’s dear love―
Juliet. Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say ‘It lightens.’ Sweet, good night.
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night. As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast.
Romeo. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet. What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
Romeo. Th’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

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Juliet. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;
And yet I would it were to give again.
Romeo. Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose,
love?
Juliet. But to be frank and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

Nurse calls within

I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu.―
Anon, good Nurse.―Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again.

Exit, above

Romeo. O blessed, blessed night. I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

Re-enter Juliet, above

Juliet. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay,
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.

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Nurse calls within

Juliet. I come, anon.―But if thou meanest not well,
I do beseech thee―

Nurse calls within

Juliet. By and by, I come―
To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.
Tomorrow will I send.
Romeo. So thrive my soul―
Juliet. A thousand times good night.

Exit, above

Romeo. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their
books,
But love from love toward school with heavy looks.

Re-enter Juliet, above

Juliet. Hist, Romeo, hist. O, for a falc’ner’s voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again.
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
With repetition of my ‘Romeo’―
Romeo. It is my soul that calls upon my name.
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears.

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Juliet. Romeo.
Romeo. My niesse.
Juliet. What o’clock tomorrow
Shall I send to thee?
Romeo. By the hour of nine.
Juliet. I will not fail; ’tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Romeo. Let me stand here till thou remember it.
Juliet. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Rememb’ring how I love thy company.
Romeo. And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
Juliet. ’Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone;
And yet no further than a wanton’s bird,
That lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Romeo. I would I were thy bird.
Juliet. Sweet, so would I;
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

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Badgered Single

A lonely, but spirited girl at a party is the target of a persistent
fellow who‟s bit tipsy. At first she is annoyed but he begins to
grow on her.

Now look honey…there‟s no use knocking yourself out I don‟t
think you‟re my type. So please…lay off…huh? Look there‟s a
cute little chick at the punchbowl. Why don‟t you give her a
try? You like me? Well, either you‟ve got a lot of stamina or
you‟re just stupid. You agree? Okay let me try and state my
case a little more forcefully. I don‟t care for your looks, the way
you dress, your haircut… I‟m not particularly crazy about your
buck teeth and everything else about you depresses me. Now
beat it. (Pause) You can take it? Look mister why do you
persist? I‟m simply not interested in you. I know you like me…
you told me that… but you bore me. You remind me if an uncle
of mine who bores me. I don‟t like him and I don‟t like you.
Now blow. You‟re still mad about me? what are you-a
masochist or something? No, I got nothing against masochists.
I never met one until now. Look at the sweet little number that
just came in with the cloth coat. She‟s better looking than I am
and I‟ll bet she‟s a terrific dancer. Go make eyes at her. I
remind you if your ex-wife? Well why not go back to her? She‟s
not your type? (Laughs) One thing mister you do have an
offbeat sense if humor. I see a girl over there laughing… let me
introduce you. God you‟re stubborn. You‟re rather droll
actually. What are you nodding and smiling at? You know
something…you‟re beginning to grow on me. Gradually. Little

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by little…I‟m getting used to you. (Pause) Would you mind
escorting me over to the punchbowl Mister Whatever your
name is. I think I feel like partaking.

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Live This Day as if It Were Your Last.

It Might Be!
By Richard Carlson, Ph.D.

When are you going to die? In fifty years, twenty, ten, five, today?
Last time I checked, no one had told me. I often wonder, when listening
to the news, did the person who died in the auto accident on his way
home from work remember to tell his family how much he loved them?
Did he live well? Did he love well? Perhaps the only thing that is
certain is that he still had things in his “in basket” that weren‟t yet
done.
The truth is, none of us has any idea how long we have to live. Sadly,
however, we act as if we‟re going to live forever. We postpone the things
that, deep down, we know we want to do－telling the people we love
how much we care, spending time alone, visiting a good friend, taking
that beautiful hike, running a marathon, writing a heartfelt letter,
going fishing with your daughter, learning to meditate, becoming a
better listener, and on and on. We come up with elaborate and
sophisticated rationales to justify our actions, and end up spending
most of our time and energy doing things that aren‟t all that important.
We argue for our limitations, and they become our limitations.
I suggest that you live each day as if it were your last on this earth. I
suggest this not as a prescription to be reckless or to abandon your
responsibilities, but to remind you of how precious life really is. A friend
of mine once said, “Life is too important to take too seriously.” Ten years
later, I know he was right. I hope that this message has been, and will
continue to be, helpful to you. Please don‟t forget the most basic
strategy of all; Don‟t sweat the small stuff! Treasure yourself.

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Hero

By Mariah Carey

There's a hero
If you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid
Of what you are
There's an answer
If you reach into your soul
And the sorrow that you know
Will melt away
And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you
It's a long road
When you face the world alone
No one reaches out a hand
For you to hold
You can find love
If you search within yourself
And the emptiness you felt
Will disappear
And then a hero comes along

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With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you
Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You'll find the way
And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

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THE COWARD

Ivan was anything but a hero. A timid man he was. So timid was he
that the villagers called him “Pigeon” or mocked him with the title
“Ivan the terrible.”

Every night Ivan stopped in at the saloon which was on the edge of the
village cemetery. Ivan never crossed the cemetery to get to his lonely
shack on the other side. The path through the cemetery would have
saved him many minutes, but not once had he taken it. Not even in the
full light of noon did he dare set food in it.

Late one winter night, when a bitter cold wind drove snow against the
saloon, the customers took up the familiar mockery. “What do you say
to taking the shortcut home for once, Ivan?” “Ivan take the cemetery
path? He wouldn‟t take that shortcut through the cemetery were his
home on fire.”

Ivan protested feebly, but his sickly protest only fed their cruel humor.
And how cruelly they jeered when the young cavalry lieutenant flung
his challenge at their prey!

You are a pigeon, Ivan. Rather than cross the cemetery, you‟ll walk all
around it even in this cold.

Ivan murmured, “The cemetery is nothing to cross, lieutenant. It is
nothing but earth, like all the other earth.”

Then it was that the lieutenant cried, “A challenge, then! Cross the
cemetery tonight, Ivan, and I‟ll give you five rubles---five gold rubles!”

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Had he not been drinking vodka, or had he not been in need of money
just at that time, Ivan would probably have resisted the temptation.
The reason why no one ever knew, but Ivan, moistening his lips, said
suddenly,” Yes, lieutenant, I‟ll cross the cemetery. I accept your
challenge, and I‟ll win your five rubles!”

The saloon echoed with their disbelief. The lieutenant winked at the
other customers and drew his saber. “Here is my saber, Ivan” he said.
“When you get to the center of the cemetery, in front of the biggest tomb,
stick the saber into the ground. In the morning we shall go to there.
And should the saber be in the ground---five rubles to you!”

Ivan took the saber. The men drank a toast. “To Ivan the Terrible!”
Then they roared with laughter.

The wind howled around Ivan as he closed the door of the saloon
behind him. The cold was knife-sharp. The fine snow, driven by the
wind, cut his cheeks. He buttoned his long coat and crossed the dirt
road. He could hear the lieutenant‟s voice, louder than the rest, yelling
after him, “Five rubles, Pigeon! If you live!”

Ivan pushed the cemetery gate open. He walked fast. “Earth, mere
earth…like any other earth.” But the darkness was a massive dread.
“Five gold rubles…” The wind was cruel, and the saber was like ice in
his hands. Ivan shivered under the long, thick coat and broke into a
run.

The large tomb he recognized at once. He must have sobbed---but the
sound was drowned in the wind. And he knelt down, cold and terrified,

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and drove the saber into the hard ground. Kneeling there, he beat it
with his fist, down to the very hilt. It was done. The cemetery….the
challenge….five gold rubles.

Ivan started to rise from his knees. But he could not move. Something
held him. Something gripped him in a firm unyielding hold. Ivan
gasped in his panic, shaken by a monstrous fear. In vain did he tug and
strain and pull. Something was holding him in an iron grip. He cried
out in terror---then senseless noises poured from his throat.

The next morning they found Ivan--- on the ground in front of the
central tomb. His face was not that of man who had frozen to death, but
that of one killed by some nameless horror. And in the ground was the
lieutenant‟s saber, right where Ivan had pounded it---through the
dragging fold of his long coat.

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Tomorrow Never Comes by Norma Cornett Marek

If I had known it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would've tucked you in more tightly, and pray the Lord your soul
to keep.
If I had known it would be the last time that I'd see you walk out
the door,
I would've given you a hug and kiss, and called you back for just
one more.

If I had known it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted
up in praise,
I would've taped each word and action, and played them back
throughout my days.
If I had known it would be the last time, I would've spared an extra
minute or two,
To stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you know I do.

So just in case tommorrow never comes, and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you, and I hope we never will
forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one
tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,
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And you were too busy to grant sometime, what turned out to be
their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today and whisper in their ear,
That you love them very much, and you'll always hold them dear.
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"..."Please forgive me,"..."thank you"
or "it's okay".
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.
最後だとわかっていたなら
作・ノーマ・コーネット・マレック／訳・佐川 睦

あなたが眠りにつくのを見るのが最後だとわかっていたら
わたしは もっとちゃんとカバーをかけて神様にその魂を守ってくださ
るように祈っただろう

あなたがドアを出て行くのを見るのが最後だとわかっていたら
わたしは あなたを抱きしめて キスをして そしてまたもういちど呼び
寄せて抱きしめただろう

あなたが喜びに満ちた声をあげるのを聞くのが最後だとわかっていた
ら
わたしは その一部始終をビデオにとって毎日繰り返し見ただろう

あなたは言わなくてもわかってくれていたかもしれないけれど最後だ
とわかっていたら
一言だけでもいい・・・「あなたを愛してる」とわたしは 伝えただろう

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たしかにいつも明日はやってくるでももしそれがわたしの勘違いで今
日で全てが終わるのだとしたら、
わたしは 今日どんなにあなたを愛しているか 伝えたい
そして わたしたちは 忘れないようにしたい

若い人にも 年老いた人にも明日は誰にも約束されていないのだとい
うことを
愛する人を抱きしめられるのは今日が最後になるかもしれないことを

明日が来るのを待っているなら今日でもいいはず
もし明日が来ないとしたらあなたは今日を後悔するだろうから

微笑みや 抱擁や キスをするためのほんのちょっとの時間をどうし
て惜しんだのかと
忙しさを理由にその人の最後の願いとなってしまったことをどうして
してあげられなかったのかと

だから 今日あなたの大切な人たちをしっかりと抱きしめよう
そして その人を愛していること いつでもいつまでも大切な存在だと
いうことをそっと伝えよう

「ごめんね」や「許してね」や「ありがとう」や「気にしないで」を伝える時
を持とう
そうすれば もし明日が来ないとしてもあなたは今日を後悔しないだ
ろうから

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The important thing for you?
What is the most important thing for you?
The important thing for me is "Water".
Water
You can't snach water.
Water needs to be scooped
by fingers held together
in close accord, uplifting with care.

You can't snach water.
Water needs to be enfolded
by two palms cuppedd together
in close accord, uplifting with care.

Water is that way, and so
is a person's heart.

What is the most important thing for you?
The important thing for me is "connection".

I think that the connection between a person and another person is like
a mirror.
If I was angry, will be someone little angry?
Adversely, if someone laughed, will I laugh with someone?
I feel like the connection is reflecting me.
The other person is a mirror which reflects oneself.

The important thing for me is "Lie".
Lie

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I know I'm going to lie.
Mom told me not to
but I think that' because she told lies, too,
and knows that is hurts to lie.
Even when I lie
my feelings are honest.
Some things you can only tell through lies.
If dogs could speak
I think they'd probably lie,too.
If I got caught lying
I wouldn't apologize
and if an apology were enough I woudn't lie
in the first place.
Even if no one else knows I'm lying I know,
so I'll keep on living with lies.
Always aiming at truth
I'll just go on lying
untill I can't lie any more.
Each person has an important thing of their own.

What is the most important thing for you?

What is the most important thing for the person next to you?

What is the most important thing for the person whom you dislike?

Let us respect each other's point of view.

If you try to think this way,
maybe, everyone will become happy someday.

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I have a dream

Nanzan University Hidenobu Harayama

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic
shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This
momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to
millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of
withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the
long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must
face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One
hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled
by the manacles of segregation and the chains of
discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a
lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of
material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still
languished in the corners of American society and finds
himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today
to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come
to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of
our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution
and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a
promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This
note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the
inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It
is obvious today that America has defaulted on this
promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned.
Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given
the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked
"insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of

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justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are
insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this
nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that
will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the
security of justice. But there is something that I must say to
my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into
the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful
place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek
to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of
bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle
on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow
our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence.
Again and again we must rise to themajestic heights of
meeting physical force with soul force. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march
ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking
the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We
can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the
fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the
highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied
as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto
to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in
Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he
has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and
we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and
righteousness like a mighty stream.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties
and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a
dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

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I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out
the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be
self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a
desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and
oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and
justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a
nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin
but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day ,down in Alabama, with its vicious
racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the
words of interposition and nullification, one day right there in
Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join
hands with little white boys and white girls.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted,
every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places
will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made
straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all
flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith I go back to the South with.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to

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sing with a new meaning, America is to be a great nation this
must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious
hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty
mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening
Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of
Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of
Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens,when we allow freedom ring, when we
let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every
state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when
all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and
Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands
and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last!
free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

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ANTIGONE

ISMENE: At least you can try to understand.
ANTIGONE: Understand! The first word I ever heard out any
of you was that word “understand”. Why didn‟t I “understand”
that I mustn‟t play with water---cold, black, beautiful flowing
water---because I spill it on the palace tiles, Or with earth,
because earth dirties a little girl‟s frock. Why didn‟t I
“understand” that nice children don‟t eat out of every dish at
once; or give everything in their pockets to beggars; or run in
the wind so fast that they fall down; or ask for a drink when
they‟re perspiring; or want to go swimming when it‟s either too
early or too late, merely because they happen to feel like
swimming. Understand! I don‟t want to understand. There‟ll
be time enough to understand when I‟m old…If I ever am old.
But not now.
ISMENE: He is stronger than we are, Antigone. He is the king.
And the whole city is with him. Thousands and thousands of
them, swarming through all the streets of Thebes .
ANTIGONE: I‟m not listening to you.
ISMENE: His mob will come running, howling as it runs. A
thousand arms will seize our arms. A thousand of breathes
will breath into our faces. Like one single pair of eyes, a
thousand eyes will stare at us. We will be driven in a tumbrel
through their hatred, through the smell of them and their
cruel, roaring laughter. We‟ll be dragged to the scaffold for
torture, surrounded by guards with their idiot faces all bloated,
their animal hands clean-washed for the sacrifice, their beefy
eyes squinting as they stare at us.

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And we‟ll know that no shrieking and no begging will make
them understand that we want to live, for they are like slaves
who do exactly as they‟ve been told, without caring about right
or wrong. And we shall suffer, we shall feel pain rising in us
until it becomes so unbearable that we know it must stop. But
it won‟t stop; it will go on rising and rising, like s screaming
voice. Oh, I can‟t I can‟t, Antigone! ( A pause )
ANTIGONE: How well you have thought it all out.
ISMENE: I thought of it all night long. Didn‟t you?
ANTIGONE: Oh, yes.
ISMENE: I‟m an awful coward, Antigone.
ANTIGONE: So am I. But what has that to do with it?
ISMENE: But, Antigone! Don‟t you want to go on living?
ANTIGONE: Go on living! Who was it that was always the
first out of bed because she loved the touch of the cold morning
air on her bare skin? Who was always the last to bed because
nothing less than infinite wariness could wean her from the
lingering night?
ISMENE But, Antigone!! Don't you want to go on living?
ANTIGONE Go on living!! Who was it that was always the
first out of bed because she loved the touch of the cold morning
air on her bare skin?? Who was always the last to bed because
nothing less than infinite wariness could wean her from the
lingering night?? Who wept when she was little because there
were too many grasses in the meadow, too many creatures in
the field, for her to know and touch them all?
ISMENE ( Claps Antigone's hands, in a sudden rush of
tenderness)Darling, little sister!!!
ANTIGONE ( replushing her) No!! For heaven's sake! Don't
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thought it all out.The howling mob---the torture --the fear of
death....They've made up your mind for you. Is that it??
ISMENE Yes.
ANTIGONE All right. They're as good excuse as any.
ISMENE Antigone, be sensible. It's all very well for men to
believe in ideas and die for them. But you are a girl!!
ANTIGONE Don't I know I'm a girl? Haven't I spent my life
cursing the fact that I was girl?
ISMENE ( with spirit) Antigone!! You have everything in the
world to make you happy. All you have to do is reach out for it.
You are going to be married; you are young; you are
beautiful.......
ANTIGONE I don't feel like going to bed. However, if you like,
I'll promise not to leave house till you wake up. Nurse is
getting me breakfast. Go and get some sleep. The sun is just
up. Look at you: You can't keep your eyes open. Go.

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DEBATE CLINTON AND OBAMA

CLINTON: Well, I couldn't agree more. But I do think that your record and what you say
does matter. And when it comes to...

... a lot of the issues that are important in this race, it is sometimes difficult to
understand what Senator Obama has said, because as soon as he is confronted on it,
he says that's not what he meant.

The facts are that he has said in the last week that he really liked the ideas of the
Republicans over the last 10 to 15 years, and we can give you the exact quote.

Now, I personally think they had ideas, but they were bad ideas. They were bad ideas
for America.

They were ideas like privatizing Social Security, like moving back from a balanced
budget and a surplus to deficit and debt.

And with respect to putting forth how one would pay for all of the programs that we're

proposing in this campaign, I will be more than happy, Barack, to get the information,
because we have searched for it.

You have a lot of money that you want to put into foreign aid, a very worthy program.
There is no evidence from your Web site, from your speeches, as to how you would pay
for it.

Now, why is this important? It's important because I think elections are about the future.

But how do you determine what will happen in the future? Well, you have to look to the

record, you have to look to what we say in campaigns, and what we have done during
our careers.

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And I want to be just very explicit about this. We are not, neither my campaign nor
anyone associated with it, are in any way saying you did not oppose the war in Iraq.

CLINTON: You did. You gave a great speech in 2002 opposing the war in Iraq. That
was not what the point of our criticism was.

It was after having given that speech, by the next year the speech was off your Web
site. By the next year, you were telling reporters that you agreed with President Bush in

his conduct of the war. And by the next year, when you were in the Senate, you were
voting to fund the war time after time after time.

CLINTON: So it was more about the distinction between words and action. And I think
that is a fair assessment for voters to make.

OBAMA: Let's talk about it.

Hillary, I will be happy to provide you with the information about all -- all the

spending that we do. Now, let's talk about Ronald Reagan. What you just
repeated here today is...

OBAMA: Wait. No. Hillary, you just spoke.

CLINTON: I did not say anything about Ronald Reagan.

OBAMA: You just spoke for two minutes.

CLINTON: You said two things.

OBAMA: You just...

CLINTON: You talked about admiring Ronald Reagan and you talked about the ideas...

OBAMA: Hillary, I'm sorry. You just...

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CLINTON: I didn't talk about Reagan.

OBAMA: Hillary, we just had the tape. You just said that I complimented the
Republican ideas. That is not true.

What I said -- and I will provide you with a quote -- what I said was is that Ronald

Reagan was a transformative political figure because he was able to get
Democrats to vote against their economic interests to form a majority to push

through their agenda, an agenda that I objected to. Because while I was working

on those streets watching those folks see their jobs shift overseas, you were a
corporate lawyer sitting on the board at Wal-Mart.

OBAMA: I was fighting these fights. I was fighting these fights. So -- but I want to
be clear.

So I want to be clear. What I said had nothing to do with their policies. I spent a

lifetime fighting a lifetime against Ronald Reagan's policies. But what I did say is

that we have to be thinking in the same transformative way about our Democratic
agenda.

We've got to appeal to Independents and Republicans in order to build a working
majority to move an agenda forward. That is what I said.

OBAMA: Now, you can dispute that, but let me finish.

Hillary, you went on for two minutes. Let me finish.

The irony of this is that you provided much more fulsome praise of Ronald

Reagan in a book by Tom Brokaw that's being published right now, as did -- as

did Bill Clinton in the past. So these are the kinds of political games that we are
accustomed to.

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CLINTON: Now, wait a minute.

Wolf, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Just a minute.

CLINTON: I just want -- I just to clarify -- I want to clarify the record. Wait a minute.

CLINTON: I just want to be sure...

OBAMA: Go ahead and address what you said about...

BLITZER: We have got a long time to. You'll have a good opportunity.

CLINTON: We're just getting warmed up.

CLINTON: Now, I just -- I just want to be clear about this. In an editorial board with the

Reno newspaper, you said two different things, because I have read the transcript. You

talked about Ronald Reagan being a transformative political leader. I did not mention
his name.

OBAMA: Your husband did.

CLINTON: Well, I'm here. He's not. And...

OBAMA: OK. Well, I can't tell who I'm running against sometimes.

(APPLAUSE)

CLINTON: Well, you know, I think we both have very passionate and committed
spouses who stand up for us. And I'm proud of that.

But you also talked about the Republicans having ideas over the last 10 to 15 years.

OBAMA: I didn't say they were good ones.

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CLINTON: Well, you can read the context of it.

OBAMA: Well, I didn't say they were good ones.

CLINTON: Well, it certainly...

OBAMA: All right, Wolf.

CLINTON: It certainly came across in the way that it was presented, as though the

Republicans had been standing up against the conventional wisdom with their ideas.
I'm just reacting to the fact, yes, they did have ideas, and they were bad ideas.

OBAMA: I agree.

CLINTON: Bad for America, and I was fighting against those ideas when you were

practicing law and representing your contributor, Resco, in his slum landlord business
in inner city Chicago.

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ＰＲＯＬＯＧＵＥ ＴＯ
ＲＥＡＤＥＲＳ ＴＨＥＡＴＲＥⅡ

TEACHER: Good morning, boys and girls. Today we are going to
explore the wonderful of Readers Theater. Now you are
probably asking yourselves this very minute:
“Just what is Readers Theater?” So let me explain in the
words of the very best text book on the subject.
“Readers Theater combines oral interpretation and
conventional theater, utilizing two or more readers of
prose, poetry, or drama to communicate the full
intellectual, emotional, and aesthetic experiences of the
literature to an audience.”
There! Are there any questions?
MONICA: Yeah! What is Readers Theater?
TEACHER: What is Readers Theater?
STUDENTS: Yeah! What is Readers Theater?
MONICA: And tell us in plain English, please.
TEACHER: Well...it often uses scripts!
MONICA: Like this red one?
TEACHER: Yes!
PHILIP: And this blue one?
TEACHER: Yes!
BELL: And this yellow one?
TEACHER: Yes!
PHILIP: And checks?
MONICA: And strips?
BELL: And dots?
TEACHER: Yes!
PHILIP: Or green?

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TEACHER: Yes!
BELL: Or white?
TEACHER: Yes. But mainly black.
STUDENTS: [pleasantly surprised] Black!
Why?
TEACHER: Because black doesn‟t distract.
STUDENTS: Ohhh!
PHILIP: But doesn‟t the script get in the way?
TEACHER: Not if you use your imagination.
PHILIP: Imagination?
TEACHER: Well, it could be almost anything.
BELL: It could be a little flat hat.
TEACHER: Yeah.
MONICA: Or bigger hat!
TEACHER: Yeah!
PHILIP: Or a huge Mexican sombrero.
ALL: Ole!
PHILIP: Or it could be a gun. Rat-a-tat-a-tat!
TEACHER: Hey!
MONICA&BELL: Or it could be a Frisbee.... Catch!
TEACHER&PHILIP:Catch!
MONICA&BELL: Catch!
PHILIP: Or it could be a sporty car! Oogh-oogh-oogh!
BELL: Or a sword! Me~n!
MONICA: Or an electric gitar!
ALL: “1,2,3 o‟clock. 4 o‟clock rock. 5,6,7 o‟clock. 8 o‟clock
rock.”
TEACHER: And!! You can even read from it.
PHILIP: Read?
TEACHER: Yes. But you got to be careful. Not to poke your nose in

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it.
STUDENTS: “Once…U-pon…a…time… ”
TEACHER: And, of course. You have to practice what you read.
PHILIP: Practice.
STUDENTS: So a script is a prop.
TEACHER: Yes.
STUDENTS: A symbol.
TEACHER: Yes.
STUDENTS: A nuisance!
TEACHER: Well, then we do without!
STUDENTS: Hooray!
TEACHER: And then we use boxes.
MONICA: Boxes? What for?
TEACHER: Think and think.
PHILIP: I can swim in the sea.
MONICA: I can ski.
BELL: I can be a mother. Cooking on the kitchen table.
PHILIP: We can play hide-and-seek.
BELL: I can be Romeo.
MONICA: I can be Juliet.
Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
BELL: Neither fairmaid, if either thee dislike.
PHILIP: Now, it‟s my turn.
Farewell, god knows shall meet again.
MONICA: I see! Is it farewell?
BELL: l can be Othello.
MONICA: I can be Desdemona.
BELL: “It is too late, Desdemona.”
MONICA: [scream]
TEACHER: Hold it! This is no competition. We are just trying to

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explain, “What is Readers Theater?” One scene is
enough!
STUDENTS: Ok.
TEACHER: Now, you tell me. What is Readers Theater?
MONICA: It‟s sharing.
BELL: And caring.
PHILIP: It‟s imagination.
ALL: And concentration.
PHILIP＆BELL: For readers.
TEACHER&MONICA:And audience.
MONICA: It‟s not “Seeing is believing.”
TEACHER&MONICA:But “Believing is seeing.”
PHILIP&BELL: It‟s mind theater.
TEACHER&MONICA:It‟s theater of the imagination.
TEACHER: It‟s new.
MONICA: It‟s alive.
BELL: It‟s fun.
PHILIP: It‟s go.
ALL: So, on with the show!

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The War Prayer By Mark Twain
dedicated to President Bush and Prime Minister Koizumi

Mark Twain wrote "The War Prayer" during the
Philippine-American War. It was submitted for publication,
but on March 22, 1905, Harper's Bazaar rejected it as "not
quite suited to a woman's magazine." Eight days later, Twain
wrote to his friend Dan Beard, to whom he had read the story,
"I don't think the prayer will be published in my time. None
but the dead are permitted to tell the truth."

CITIZEN: It was a time of great and uplifting excitement. The
country was up in arms, and the war was on.
CITIZEN: In our small town, every breast burned with the holy
fire of patriotism. Drums beat, bands played, toy pistols
popped, firecrackers hissed and spluttered. On every street,
a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun.
CITIZEN: Daily the young volunteers marched down the wide
avenue, smart and fine in their new uniforms. Proud fathers
and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheered with voices
choked with emotion.
CITIZEN: Nightly we packed the public meetings, where
patriotic speeches stirred our hearts to the deepest deep.
At every other word, we burst in with cyclones of applause,
even as tears ran down our cheeks.
CITIZEN: A half dozen rash dissenters dared to disapprove of
the war and cast doubt on its righteousness. But they right
away got such a stern and angry warning that they quickly
shrank from sight and offended no more.
CITIZEN: It was indeed a glad and gracious time.

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* * *

CITIZEN: Sunday morning came and our church was filled. It
was the day before the battalions would leave for the front.
CITIZEN: The volunteers were there, their young faces alight
with visions of glorious victory. Beside them were their proud
and happy dear ones, as well as envious neighbors with no sons
or brothers of their own to send forth to the field of honor.
CITIZEN: The minister read a war chapter from the Old
Testament.
CITIZEN: Then an organ blast shook the building, and together
we rose with glowing eyes and beating hearts to pour out that
tremendous invocation,
ALL: God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest, Thunder thy
clarion and lightning thy sword!
CITIZEN: Then came the minister's prayer.
CITIZEN: Never in our church had we heard the like of it for
passionate pleading and moving language.
MINISTER: Ever-merciful and benign Father of us all, watch
over our noble young soldiers. Bless and shield them in the
day of battle and the hour of peril. Bear them in Thy mighty
hand, make them invincible in the bloody onslaught. Grant to
them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and
glory...

* * *

CITIZEN: An aged stranger entered from the back and moved up
the aisle with slow and noiseless step. His long body

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was clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, and his white
hair fell in a frothy waterfall to his shoulders. His rough
face was unnaturally pale, almost ghostly.
CITIZEN: With all our eyes on him, he ascended to the
minister's aside and stood there, waiting. The minister's own
eyes were shut in prayer, and he went on unaware of the
stranger.
MINISTER: Grant us victory, O Lord our God, Father and
Protector of our land and flag. Amen.
CITIZEN: The stranger touched the startled minister on the
arm and motioned him to step aside. The minister did so, and
the stranger took his place.
CITIZEN: For some moments he surveyed his spellbound audience,
then spoke in a solemn voice.
STRANGERS: We come from the Throne of Heaven, bearing a
message from Almighty God.
CITIZEN: The words smote us with a shock.
CITIZEN: If the stranger noticed, he grave no heed.

* * *

STRANGERS: You have heard your ministers pray, "Grant us
victory, O Lord our God." The Lord too has heard this prayer,
and He will grant it---if such is your desire. But first we
are commanded to explain to you its full meaning. For it is
not one prayer, but two---one spoken, the other not. Listen
now to the silent prayer.
MINISTER: Hold it! Whoever you are, I wish you'd not mislead
our innocent citizens. There is one prayer, and one prayer
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to me only, as I am going to repeat my prayer. Ever-merciful
and benign Father of us all, watch over noble young soldiers.
STRANGERS: and tear the enemy soldiers to bloody shreds.
MINISTER: No! Help them in doing their patriotic work.
STRANGERS: Help us cover their smiling faces with their
patriotic dead.
MINISTER: No, listen. Bless them and shield them in the day
of battle and the hour of peril.
STRANGERS: Help us lay waste the enemy's homes with a
hurricane of fire. Help us send out their women and children
and elderly to wander homeless in rags and hunger and thirst.
For our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, fill the hearts of the
enemy with helpless fear and grief. Break the spirits, blast
their hopes, and blight their leaves. All this we ask in the
spirit of Love, of Him. Who is the source of Love, Amen.
MINISTER: Ah... Why? What is my fault? ...Until this day I
have pursued virtue with rigor. I have labored long hours to
relieve my innocent citizens, I have worked and worked You
know how hard I worked, solely that in the end, in the practice
of ministry, I might hear Your Voice! Oh, woe is me! Whip in
devils from the possession of this humiliating sight. Blow
me about in winds! Roast me in sulfur, wash me in steep down
gulfs of liquid fire!

CITIZEN: Afterward, we agreed the minister must have been a
lunatic. What he said made no sense at all.

もちろんそれは、彼の皮肉的な文書でした。というのは、神は
愛である事を信頼しているにもかかわらず、国民が他人の死、不
幸、そして苦しみを願ったからです。彼にとって、それは逆説的

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な信仰表現だったのです。愛である神に、他人の不幸と死を願う
事は、本当にキリスト教の人々が信頼している神の本質であるか
どうかをしっているのでしょうか、と彼は疑問を抱きました。で
すから、文書の最後に彼は「やはりその人たちは愚か者だ。無意
味な祈りを唱えた。」と書きました。
100 年後の今も、同じような信仰がまだ残っています。三週間
前ぐらい、アメリカのブッシュ大統領が「神の幸福があなた達の
上にありますように」と願いながら、イラク攻撃のために中東へ
出発する兵隊達を見送りました。神のために人々は戦争し、多く
の人々の命を奪い取ります。宗教の原理主義的な人たちも同じ信
仰と考え方を持っています。神、そして神の本質となる愛と平和
のために暴力的な行動、あるいは戦争をして、悪魔である相手を
殺してもいいと彼らは思っています。

Twain expanded his thoughts about the rejection of the story
into a series of maxims about freedom of speech:
None but the dead have free speech.
None but the dead are permitted to speak truth.
In America---as elsewhere---free speech is confined to the
dead.
The minority is always in the right.
When the country is drifting toward Philippine robber-raid
hen roost raid,
do not shirk your duty, do not fail of loyalty, lest you win
and deserve the reproach of being a "patriot".
The majority is always in the wrong.
Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority,
it is time to reform.

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名前 恒川 篤史
Staffs
大学名、学年 三重大学３年 役職名 色紙
工学部３年の恒川です。N 杯、南短杯などは今年も見学に行けたらと思
っています。またお会いするかもしれませんが、よろしくお願いします
m(_ _)m

名前：黒宮ゆかり 大学名：南短 学年：１年 役職名：チェアパ
初めてチェアパをやらせていただいたので、何も分からない状態だった
のですが、様々な人に助けていただいて本日無事に開催するにいたりま
した。
先輩方、スタッフ、ジャッジを引き受けてくださった方々みなさんに心
から感謝するとともに、来場者の人には最後まで楽しんでいただけたら
と思っております。
今回は私自身この大会の出場者でもあるので少し余分に緊張しており
ますが、精一杯良い大会にしたいと思っているのでよろしくお願いしま
す。

名前：諸田 弥佳 大学名：南短 学年：１年 役職名：会計・司会
・初スタッフなので足を引っ張らないようにがんばりたいと思いま
す！！
・趣味…ゲーム(最近、普通の女の子よりゲーム好きだと気付きまし
た ww)

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名前：坂野 里紗 大学名：南短 学年：１年 役職名：司会
趣味 お菓子作り、ショッピング
特徴 健康オタクなのでヨガとか大好きです！！！
司会がんばりまぁーす★

名前：森 あづさ 大学名：南短 学年：１年 役職名：ジャッジケア
今回初めての大会スタッフと大会出場に挑戦します★何事も一生懸
命に取り組みたいと思います。人と接することが好きなので、機会あ
れば多くの方とお話したいです。

名前：森岡 泰代 大学名：南短 学年：１年 役職名：ジャッジケア
初めてジャッジケアという役職を経験して、ジャッジケアが想像以上
に大変な役職だと分かりました。今回先輩や周りの方々には多くの迷
惑をかけてしまいましたが、貴重な体験ができてよかったと思ってい
ます。また今大会には出場者としても参加させていただきます。
セイレーン杯が最高の思い出になるよう、精一杯頑張りたいです☆

名前：伊藤 紗季 大学名：南短 学年：１年 役職名：レセプション準備

はじめまして、ゴボウが大好物の伊藤紗季です。
セイレーン参加者の皆さん、全力を出して頑張ってください。
お菓子等の準備しながら、見守っています…!!!!! よろしくお願いし
ます～☆

名前：栗林 裕子 大学名：南短 学年：１年 役職名：レセプション準備

皆さんのパフォーマンスとっても楽しみです(*￫‿￩)ノ
頑張ってください！！！

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名前：水谷 知世 大学名：南短 学年：１年 役職名：レセプション準備

ドラフェスに続いてセイレーン杯でもスタッフで参加させていただき
ます。しっかりとサポートできるかわかりませんが、精一杯やらせて
いただきます。
各パフォーマンス楽しみにしています。みんな頑張ってくださ
い！！！それでは、よろしくお願いします☆

名前：松島 理紗 大学名：南短 学年：２年 役職名：

お金ないけど、ショッピング大好きです！！！
誰か一緒にお買い物行きましょ♪

名前：水野 文菜 大学名：南短 学年：２年 役職名：
特技は変顔★
元気がない人は私のところに寄っといで～。

名前 八木 亮一 大学名 名工 役職名 雑用
卒業してからも ESS にいますが、一応現役気分です。
（いい意味で）平成生まれにはまだまだ負けません（笑）
大会出場は難しいところですが、企画・運営は頑張っていきます。

名前 神谷 修平 大学名、学年 名工大 一年 役職名 ジャッジケア

平成生まれの一年生です。まだまだ八木さんには敵いません(笑)
精一杯頑張りますのでどうかよろしくお願いします。