【角色】 1. 作家（Harold Hardaway） a. 独白一段 How dare you say so! How dare you! I love Thomas indeed! And the sorrow I feel is so real! My sorrow is like a pack of wolves, and I'm their desperate prey, a gazelle, perhaps. Those wolves trap me and siege me and stare at me with their frosty eyes, eyes like numerous full-moon-shaped lakes of frozen spirit—whiskey perhaps—because they're gold. Caught by their desolate pupils, I become paralyzed. I totally collapse, collapse as an avalanche—cadaverous and cold and reduced to formless melted ice. b. 其他任何能突显你自己的戏剧相关才艺 2. 邮差（Angelo） a. 英文绕口令一段（务求清楚流畅与速度并重） b. 独白一段 Mate, you misunderstand my intention. I don't mean to interrupt your writing. I just worry about your health, you know. Ecstasy makes your blood bubble, and bubbling blood blows up your cerebral artery, and broken artery makes you an idiot, or even worse, a vegetable. A vegetable doesn't make a good novelist. Am I right? Am I right? Am I right? c. 其他任何能突显你自己的戏剧相关才艺 3. 妻（Anima） a. 独白一段 (Reading aloud the novel) "Mortal men pretend to love, and their mouth is stuffed with the luxuriant sound 'love,' yet this chirping sound is nothing but vanity, and a striving after wind. As a wind-catcher, I've been trying to grasp the intangible ethereal essence all my life, but in vain, and uttering a sigh." b. 其他任何能突显你自己的戏剧相关才艺 4. 夫（Joe） a. 台词一段 I can't agree with you more, love. But I don't like reading novels that much, you know. They are exhausting. I never figure out how you can stick your eyes to those heavy loads of yellowish reprocessed paper. Once I think of those thick novels I feel breathless. ANIMA: Not at all! You exaggerator! I swear I get suffocated, indeed! Don’t you remember I was almost dying of suffocation once? The arch-criminal of that fatal accident was Tolstoy's Voynai Mir on your desk; its mere existence caused my serious panic that nearly put me dead. I call that "fictionphobia." b. 其他任何能突显你自己的戏剧相关才艺 5. 医生（Doctor） a. 独白一段 I believe you do. You're a sensitive man, I can feel it. Love can't be translated into words, I guess. If we insist verbalizing love, we get lost in translation. Words don't mean that much, perhaps. For instant, I always wish I could cure my patients by words, but that's impossible. I can't make a dying man's heart beat again by words, and I can't bring a man in coma back to consciousness by words, either. As a surgeon, I must face life and death everyday. I can save some from the claws of death, but I also feel helpless when I see many die and can do nothing for them. I pray, but my prayers are not answered. b. 其他任何能突显你自己的戏剧相关才艺 【剧本】 欲览剧本全文者，可来信 [email protected] 索取，谢谢 【幕後人员】 本剧组诚徵幕後工作人员，请踊跃报名 制作人 赖弘毅敬上 --

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