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２０２２年のポッドキャスト
1. Billy Connolly - Dwarf On A Bus
music: Hope Ur Ok
by Olivia Rodrigo
music: Hope Ur Ok
by Olivia Rodrigo
20 minutes
2. Sara Pascoe - Lads! Lads! Lads!
music: Ur Mum
by Wet Leg
music: Ur Mum
by Wet Leg
20 minutes
1. English Mania
music: Perfect Symphony
by Ed Sheeran & Andrea Bocelli
music: Perfect Symphony
by Ed Sheeran & Andrea Bocelli
20 minutes
1. 10 Ways To Have A Better Conversation
music: UFOF
by Big Thief
Wordle (New York Times)
Celeste Headlee TED Talk
music: UFOF
by Big Thief
Wordle (New York Times)
Celeste Headlee TED Talk
25 minutes
1. David Attenborough
music: Bonobo
by Rosewood
music: Bonobo
by Rosewood
20 minutes
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Hal glances up to see that a woman has appeared in the
doorway alongside the man. She wears an emerald green
gown, almost medieval in style, a silver stole about her neck.
She is quite elderly, in her mid-seventies, perhaps, her face
incredibly lined. But she has the bearing of a queen. Her hair
is very dark, and if artifice is involved in keeping it this way
it is well concealed.
The doorman turns to her, triumphant but obsequious.
‘This man, my Contessa, he is not who he says he is.’
Hal feels her gaze on him. Her eyes are amazing, he real-
izes, like liquid bronze. She studies him for a time without
speaking.
‘Someone once told me,’ she says then, ‘that a party is only
an event if there is at least one interesting gatecrasher in
attendance.’ She raises her eyebrows, continuing to study
him. ‘
Are you a gatecrasher?’
He hesitates, deciding what to say. Is it a trick? Should he
persist with the lie, or admit the truth? He wavers.
‘Well,’ she says, suddenly, ‘you certainly look interesting,
all the same. Come, let us find you a drink.’ She turns, and
he sees now that the fur stole falls all the way to the ground
behind.
He follows her up the curved staircase, illuminated by
further lighted sconces. They pass numerous closed doors,
as might confront the hero in the world of a fairytale. The gown, the centuries-old bricks, the flames of the torches:
modern Rome suddenly feels a long way away. From above
them come the sounds of a party, voices and music, but
distorted as though heard through water.
She calls back to him. ‘You are not Italian, are you?’
‘No,’ he says, ‘I’m not.’ Half-Italian – but he won’t say
that. The less you say, the fewer questions you invite. It is
something to live by.
‘Even more interesting. Do you know how I guessed? It
is not because of your Italian, I should add – it is almost
perfect.’
‘No.’
‘Because of your suit, of course. I never make mistakes
about tailoring. It is English-made, I think?’
‘Yes, it is.’ His father had it made up for him by his tailor.
‘Excellent. I like to be right. Now, tell me why you are
here.’
‘My friend had an invitation. He thought I might want to
come instead of him.’
‘No,
Caro
. I mean to ask why you are in Rome.’
‘Oh. For work.’
‘People do not come to Rome for work. There is always
something more that drives them: love, escape, the hope of
a new life. Which is it?’
Hal meets her eyes for as long as he is able, and then he has
to look away. He felt for a second that she was seeing right
into him, and that he was exposed.
doorway alongside the man. She wears an emerald green
gown, almost medieval in style, a silver stole about her neck.
She is quite elderly, in her mid-seventies, perhaps, her face
incredibly lined. But she has the bearing of a queen. Her hair
is very dark, and if artifice is involved in keeping it this way
it is well concealed.
The doorman turns to her, triumphant but obsequious.
‘This man, my Contessa, he is not who he says he is.’
Hal feels her gaze on him. Her eyes are amazing, he real-
izes, like liquid bronze. She studies him for a time without
speaking.
‘Someone once told me,’ she says then, ‘that a party is only
an event if there is at least one interesting gatecrasher in
attendance.’ She raises her eyebrows, continuing to study
him. ‘
Are you a gatecrasher?’
He hesitates, deciding what to say. Is it a trick? Should he
persist with the lie, or admit the truth? He wavers.
‘Well,’ she says, suddenly, ‘you certainly look interesting,
all the same. Come, let us find you a drink.’ She turns, and
he sees now that the fur stole falls all the way to the ground
behind.
He follows her up the curved staircase, illuminated by
further lighted sconces. They pass numerous closed doors,
as might confront the hero in the world of a fairytale. The gown, the centuries-old bricks, the flames of the torches:
modern Rome suddenly feels a long way away. From above
them come the sounds of a party, voices and music, but
distorted as though heard through water.
She calls back to him. ‘You are not Italian, are you?’
‘No,’ he says, ‘I’m not.’ Half-Italian – but he won’t say
that. The less you say, the fewer questions you invite. It is
something to live by.
‘Even more interesting. Do you know how I guessed? It
is not because of your Italian, I should add – it is almost
perfect.’
‘No.’
‘Because of your suit, of course. I never make mistakes
about tailoring. It is English-made, I think?’
‘Yes, it is.’ His father had it made up for him by his tailor.
‘Excellent. I like to be right. Now, tell me why you are
here.’
‘My friend had an invitation. He thought I might want to
come instead of him.’
‘No,
Caro
. I mean to ask why you are in Rome.’
‘Oh. For work.’
‘People do not come to Rome for work. There is always
something more that drives them: love, escape, the hope of
a new life. Which is it?’
Hal meets her eyes for as long as he is able, and then he has
to look away. He felt for a second that she was seeing right
into him, and that he was exposed.
1. Loyiso Gola
music: Final Girl
by The Chvrches
music: Final Girl
by The Chvrches
20 minutes
2. Adele
music: Easy On Me
by Adele
music: Easy On Me
by Adele
20 minutes
