jueves, 3 de diciembre de 2015

KIRARA'S GIRL FRIDAY

Go!Princess Precure: Episode 42

My Own Review

KIRARA'S GIRL FRIDAY




KIRARA SUPERSTAR

This episode begins with a plane in a cloudless day sky, seen from the hole in a doughnut.
A doughnut whose next step happens to be under the woolen jumper worn by Kirara Amanogawa.

KIRARA (elated): At last... at last... I get to eat it! The latest Marble Doughnut!
HARUKA: You've been rather busy, right?
KIRARA (nodding): Yup.




KIRARA (putting the doughnut to her lips): All right...

But, right when she is going to tuck into it...
*TWO WILD FANGIRLS APPEAR!*

PONYTAILED FANGIRL (nervous): Um... are you Kirara Amanogawa?
KIRARA: I am.
BOTH FANGIRLS (feverish with elation): SQUEEE!!!

Seems that her doughnut will have to wait...

PONYTAILED FANGIRL: Please... can we get your autograph?

KIRARA (at first reluctant, seeing how much she needed that rest): Eh... Ehm... (Laying her doughnut on the table, smiling) Sure!
FANGIRLS (excited to death once more): SQUEEEE!!!

Thus, both girls get their idol's autograph in Latin letters. With a star over the I, of course!
That kind of letters, such a large initial... that is the writing of a person throbbing with self-confidence.


And, right when she's about to hand her signature over...

She notices that her number of fans has grown as she signed.
KIRARA (startled): Eeeeh!!??

The very least thing she expected.
Seems like she'll spend her spare time beleaguered by a queue of worshippers of all ages and both genders.

KIRARA (handing out an autograph): Here.
FANGIRL (offscreen, elated): Thank you very much indeed!!
MINAMI: You are surely popular.
PONYTAILED FANGIRL (still feverish, reaching out her hand for Kirara to shake it): Um... Please keep on giving it all (ganbatte)! 
KIRARA (shaking hands with the fangirl): I will!

KIRARA (sincerely, to the ponytailed fangirl): Thank you.


FIRST WE TAKE MANHATTAN... (THEN WE TAKE BERLIN!)


KIRARA (sighing, sinking down on her seat exhausted): Sigh! I'm all burned out...
TOWA (in admiration): Everyone loves you so much...
KIRARA (lets out a modest chortle in response)
Love her modesty. The fact that success hasn't gone to her head.

Suddenly, a knock on the door is heard, and IN STORMS KYOUKO, KIRARA'S HAMMY MANAGER!!
KYOUKO (elated): KIRARA!
KIRARA (wondering, surprised): Manager?
KYOUKO (elated, passionate): It's finally been decided! 
KIRARA (wondering): What has been decided?
KYOUKO (passionate, "milking the giant cow"): The Japan Collection! You'll be one of the main models!
KIRARA (wondering): The Japan Collection? Me there...? (Standing up, then passionately and stunned with surprise): Is it true!?
KYOUKO (nodding): Yes. You did it, Kirara.
The young superstar's violet eyes sparkle with elation. Her friends are surprised, but Towa is curious.
TOWA (curious, wondering): The Japan Collection? What is that?
YUI (happy for Kirara): Only selected top models get to walk on that runway!
HARUKA (elated, passionate): It's a fashion show of international, global renown!!
MINAMI (to Kirara): And you were chosen, a middle-school student at 15... That is truly amazing.
TOWA (excited as well): Oh my! That is wonderful!
KYOUKO: This year, the foremost runway in the US will host the show. If you stand out, that would be your very first ticked to worldwide fame.

Kirara, eager to be known beyond her island nation, knows that this is serious business and a golden ticket to new horizons.
KIRARA (steeling herself): To worldwide fame... (Determined, to herself): Finally, it's here... my dream... My great chance to step out into the world!
Her violet eyes are full of the fire of self-confidence and self-reliance.




THE CASTLE OF STARS

Meanwhile in the Hope Kingdom, Prince Kanata comes across a turreted and tower-full castle standing on top of a steep and high mesa, reminiscent of the Eyrie, but all of it covered in Dysdark kudzu. Remember that so far one only outpost of the Kingdom is free from vines?


KANATA (surprised): That is...
...the Eyrie? No. Wrong guess. This is not Westeros.

KANATA (surprised): ...the Castle of Stars?

The star-shaped rose window on the façade is shining brightly with a rainbow-coloured light.
KANATA: That light...

KANATA: Just like the Castle of Flames, perhaps this one is awakening, too?

Kanata is right. These castles may be outposts of the Kingdom, and thus, liberated before proceeding to the great prize that will be storming the Dysdark fortress. And the light in those rose windows means that the castles are awakening and closer to liberation.












SAVVY AND THE NEWB

That night, at the Noble Academy female dormitory, Ryouko, who stays over, has an important acquaintance to introduce.

RYOUKO: Kirara, let me introduce you to someone.



A bashful girl with bobbed violet hair, wearing a pink kitten skirt and younger than the Cures, struts into the room, like a soldier following an officer's command, as Ryouko announces that she is going to introduce Kirara and us to a new character.
RYOUKO: She's a novice model who has just joined our company.

KARIN (shyly): Hello... I... I am... Karin... Akeboshi.

KARIN (bowing before Kirara, nervous): Pleased to meet you! Let's give it all (ganbarimasu) together!!

RYOUKO: She will be your assistant during this time, until the Japan Collection.

KIRARA (confidently reaching out her hand for her aide to shake it): Nice to meet you!
KARIN (shocked, taking her hand away from Kirara's as if it were red hot, so nervous is she): Y-yes!! Thank you very much indeed!! 

During a photoshoot, as she poses sexily as usual, Kirara's colleagues and staff praise her for being about to rise beyond nation level fame, into the highest tier of stardom, practically into Olympus.

KIRARA (with a savvy smile on her face): Thank you very much indeed.

Backstage, her Girl Friday efficiently pours Kirara a cup of warm green tea (without putting any drugs into it). At least we have seen her as cupbearer, but she will also act as Kirara's waitress, masseuse, and anything else a Girl Friday has to do.
KARIN (giving Kirara her drink): Good job! Here you are!

KIRARA (pleased): Ah... Merci. (Looking into her little yellow notebook): So we are choosing clothes next along with one more shoot...
As Kirara is skimming through her notebook, a fidgeting Karin walks until she's behind Kirara, then lays her hands on the top model's shoulders.


KIRARA (startled wild): Waaaaaaah!!! (turns around, to see Karin standing behind her).
KARIN (shyly): I just wanted to massage your shoulders...

Nice way to start, eh, Girl Friday?

KIRARA (smiling once more): I'm fine, don't worry. Anyway, Rinrin...
KARIN (surprised): Gasp! "Rinrin"?
KIRARA (savvy once more): If you're aiming to become a top model, you need to focus and learn about what happens in the moment. (Karin gasps.) You don't need to worry too much about taking care of me. Got it?
KARIN (shyly): Yes. (Looking down in shame.) I'm so sorry, Kirara.
KIRARA (smiling, savvy, sincere): Don't worry about it! (She winks an eye at Karin.)

INTERLUDE: KIRARA ON A TIGHT SCHEDULE

We then see Cure Twinkle doing her signature Humming...

...then doing her Gokigenyó moment...

...detransforming back into a muggle...

...and dashing away full speed, leaving her friends bewildered.

KIRARA (dashing off down the street): Sorry! Got work to do!

AROMA: That was fast indeed.
CURE SCARLET (worried): You should rest for a while...
KIRARA (still storming off): I'm all right, I'm all right! Take care of the rest for me!
(So am I assuming that Minami and Towa, the two academic members of this team, do Kirara's homework for her when she's too busy?)
PUFF: Kirara looks busy indeed.
KIRARA (from an advert banner screen on the studio door): Make your skin sparkle!

HARUKA, MINAMI, TOWA (astonished): Gasp!
And there's Kirara, indeed. Advertising beauty products on TV and screen banners.
KIRARA (in the cosmetics advert): Kirara's strongest recommendation!

Yet, suddenly, Minami's attention is drawn to another advert, for something ocean-related, which opens with the squeals of a bottlenose dolphin.
MINAMI (surprised): Eh?

Watching the advert, she remembers Asuka and the dream, contrasting with that of entrepreneurship, that she had before.
MINAMI (standing in awe before the banner): So Kirara is climbing straight upstairs towards her dream... 

While her giggling friends leave Minami behind...


WHEN RINRIN SAW THE LIGHT

In the studio, Kirara tells Rinrin about her mum and her dreams to further Stella's legacy:
KIRARA: The reason I want to become a top model? Because of my mother. (*Flashback to Kirara's childhood begins*) I still remember when I watched Stella walk down the runway for the very first time. Her moment on stage changed the athmosphere completely.
KIRARA (excited): My heart was beating so fast! (*End of flashback*) Ever since then, I have always wanted to become a top model.

KARIN: So Stella is your role model, right? 
KIRARA: I don't want to admit it, but it may be true.
INTERVIEWER: What is your next goal?
KIRARA: I want to be known internationally! I've had that dream ever since I was a li'l kid!


Karin brings Kirara a king-sized doughnut she has made herself. And Kirara is surprised. Indeed. 
Having a Girl Friday would be something great, wouldn't it?

KIRARA (surprised): What's this!?
KARIN (shyly): I tried making a doughnut myself. I think I went a bit overboard...
KIRARA (surprised): Handmade by you? Wow!! (Savvy.) But it's a tad oversized... Okay! Let's split it, fifty fifty!
KARIN (surprised, then elated): Of course!
Soon, Kirara is tucking into her half of the doughnut.

KIRARA (with her mouth full): Mmmm! Delicious! (Karin brings her a cuppa tea to wash it down.) Thanks.
KARIN (shyly): Uh... you wanted to become a top model after watching Stella, right?
KIRARA: Yep.
KARIN: Your mum is a supermodel... I can't really imagine what she's like.
KIRARA (with her mouth full): And you, Rinrin?
KARIN: Gasp!


KIRARA (savvy): Why did you enter the fashion biz?

KARIN (shyly): Why I...? (Shyly, looking down at her half doughnut): Because I... At first, I didn't have a dream.
KIRARA (surprised): Uh?
KARIN (shyly): I wasn't that good at school or at sports, or the arts. Nothing at all went well if I tried.

*Flashback*
In the bleak November, we see the old loser Rinrin with her shoulder-length hair and long skirt, and strangely pale face. She looks even more awkward and reserved than the present-day Rinrin.
KARIN: I was worried about what I should do. And, while I was feeling down, I saw the cover of a magazine.


KARIN: And I was awestruck! That model's figure was sparkling! 

KARIN: As I kept on looking at the cover, for one reason or another, my mood improved.


Obviously, Rinrin had seen Kirara on the latest issue of Young Teen. And from on then, she has a guiding star to follow.

KARIN: I decided to start dressing myself up. I read teen magazines and looked up on cute (kawaii) attire, hairstyles, and poses. And, along the way, I began to think about taking up modelling.
KIRARA: Then, your dream's already come true!
KARIN (surprised, shyly): No, no, no. I've got still a looong way to go! And my dream is not just becoming any top model...
KIRARA (surprised): Not just any...? Do you mean, a model who sings and dances on the runway? Or (winking and doing the gun gesture with the "barrel" pointed at Rinrin) a super top model like me?
KARIN (shaking her head): No!! Uh...

I admire the fact that Rinrin has not become a Kirara carbon copy, but rather follows her own style and taste. While Kirara's look/image is sexy, Rinrin's is kawaii, more fitting her physique, personality, and the things she likes.


KIRARA (surprised): Not just any...? Do you mean, a model who sings and dances on the runway? Or (winking and doing the gun gesture with the "barrel" pointed at Rinrin) a super top model like me?
KARIN (shaking her head): No!! Uh... My dream is a...

KARIN (shyly): ...a secret.

KIRARA (savvy): What secret? After telling me this much... (Nagging.) C'mon, tell me!
KARIN (stubborn): Never ever ever!

KIRARA (coaxing, ironic): Jeez, you're making me even more curious!

Karin replies not with words, but with a bashful smile and twinkles in her eyes, which are a cooler shade of violet than Kirara's.



THE KIRARAVERSE















Turn the pages
And there's the queen
In every other
Magazine
Has the picture...









And she's looking like a winner
And she doesn't give a damn
And her eyes are periwinkle
And her face is white as snow
And she doesn't see the camera
But everybody know...





IS IT FINALLY SHUT'S TURN?

Meanwhile in the occupied Hope Kingdom...


CLOSE (grumpy): It's so annoying, that rainbow... The power of the Precures... (Commanding.) Stop! 
STOP (appearing to the right of Close): Here.
CLOSE: Freeze!
FREEZE (appearing to the left of Close): Here.
CLOSE (stern): Get rid of the Precures. Ensure this annoying rainbow disappears. Forever and ever!

SHUT (chuckles): I'm sure that mission is way too difficult for those two. (Dramatic.) Let me, Lord Shut, take care of this affair!!

CLOSE (coldly): I don't need you!
SHUT (breaks into tears and is shocked): O-o-okay...

FREEZE (raising her right hand): Let's get rid of the Precures.
STOP (raising her left hand): Yes, let's go.
As they give one another a high five, the keyhole portal to Earth appears and they disappear into it.

SHUT: Grr! (Angry grunt.)

CLOSE: Hm! (Ironic grunt.)



THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

That night, in the NA dorms, Towa awakes in bed to find Kirara still awake at her desk.

TOWA (coming near Kirara, concerned): Are you nervous?

KIRARA (looking down): It's a celebrated international show. I cannot afford to fail.
TOWA (concerned): Kirara...
KIRARA (in a sunny mood): But I'm so hyped to get on that runway right now... I can't sit still!

TOWA (surprised): Gasp! (Chuckles.) Kirara, you're quite powerful. (Gently brushing Kirara's hair.) Modelling and being a Precure... You give it all at everything you do.
KIRARA: It's from modelling and being a Precure that I get my power. That's how I can keep on running.


Try not to get worried

Try not to turn on to problems that upset you

Oh, don't you know everything's alright?

Yes, everything's fine


And we want you to sleep well tonight

Let the world turn without you tonight

If we try, we'll get by

So forget all about us tonight


Everything's all right, yes

Everything's all right, yes


Sleep and I shall soothe you

Calm you and anoint you

Oh, then you'll feel everything's all right, yes, everything's fine

And it's cool and the ointment's sweet

For the fire in your head and feet

Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax



Think of nothing tonight

Everything's all right, yes
Everything's all right, yes


When Towa is finished with brushing Kirara's dark hair, both friends look at one another and into the mirror contentedly. And the night has come to an end, as the light of the dawn gets in through the windowpanes.
KIRARA (determined): Today I will shine even brighter than ever before! The whole world and my dreams of stardom are waiting for me!!

The next day, the whole team plus Rinrin (after all, a Girl Friday has to take leave of her employer) heads for Yumegahama Airport to take the plane across the pond. They are surprised by the sheer size of the jumbo jets like the one Kirara will fly in. 
Take a jumbo, cross the water... (I think Kirara has the song on her mind!)
MINAMI: At last the time has come, Kirara.
KIRARA: nods with a smile.
TOWA (a tad ironic): Then, we should get your autographs while we still have the chance.
MINAMI (chuckles): Indeed.
KIRARA (modestly): Hey.
KARIN (impatient): Hey, I want your autograph first!!
KIRARA (startled, turns around to see Rinrin): Jeez, gimme a break...


KARIN TARGETED!

Suddenly, Stop and Freeze teleport from behind a column of the airport gazebo.
FREEZE: Found the Precures.

STOP (looking through her visor at Rinrin, who brings up the rear of the line): I see a strong dream.
FREEZE: Perfect. 
STOP: Perfect indeed.

The young novice model hears strange female voices behind her.
STOP: Stop.
FREEZE: Freeze.
KARIN (turning around and looking up): Gasp!
There are two faceless girls dressed as the March Hare and the Dormouse hovering above her in midair, in a strange 69 position!


STOP: Show us...
FREEZE: ...your dreams.

A keyhole opens into a shocked Rinrin's heart.

Kirara turns around to see, in shock, her Girl Friday as the Dysdarks' latest prey.
KARIN'S DREAM: To become a model that can make the dreams of those who see me come true!

As the twindividuals probe this dream, they see Karin's ambition and career unfurl...






KARIN'S DREAM: To become a model that can make the dreams of those who see me come true! I want to become like Kirara!!

As her dream is probed, Rinrin even screams in agony and has an angstier tone than any of the previous victims, reinforcing how much she worships her role model.

KIRARA (shocked, gasping): Rinrin!! (She realizes that she herself was, is, and will be Rinrin's guiding star)
STOP: Stop...
FREEZE: Freeze...
STOP & FREEZE (at unison, throwing the padlock at Rinrin): ...your dream!!
And thus, Rinrin becomes the desporg summon and victim of the week.

KIRARA (seeing her captive and unconscious assistant with a dream Stopped and Frozen): Rinrin!!

For a moment, Kirara pulls out her Perfume in anger...

...yet the others stop her and tell her to continue, not to miss her flight.

MINAMI (determined): We'll protect her dreams!

TOWA (determined, encouraging): You cannot let this chance to stand on the world stage slip away!


CURES MINUS TOWA: Precure... Princess Engage!




All three find it pretty tough to face off Desporg!Rinrin. Perhaps because she happens to be Kirara-based.


FIGHT OR FLIGHT?
BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

While Yui and the pets egg her on to head for the terminal,
Kirara wonders whether to fight or not to miss the flight.

The stakes are high: Karin is the victim, after all.

YUI (worried): Kirara! Straight into the terminal!

The transformed Precures egg her on as well.

CURE MERMAID: What on Earth are you doing!?

CURE SCARLET: Hurry!! Or else, your dream will slip away!!


Her friends are getting in harm's way... should she catch that plane or not?


Her manager is waiting impatiently at check-in. What should Kirara do?

KIRARA: This is a very important starting point... It's the springboard to my childhood dream. 






KIRARA (running full speed): My dream is to become an internationally celebrated super top model. That is my dream... my dream...

KARIN (shyly): ...it's ...uh... a secret!
A memory of Rinrin, shyly telling Kirara about her dream, flashes across Kirara's mind.

KIRARA (guilt-ridden, stopping in her tracks): I'm sorry, Rinrin. I knew it all along. It was watching me that inspired your dreams, right?

Dropping her orange handbag decorated with shooting stars, she turns around and dashes towards the battleground.





The Precures are surprised: Kirara is back!!?? Why!?

KIRARA (determined): I have to do this. Rinrin's dream... I have to protect it with my own two hands!! Protecting dreams is the duty of a Princess Precure. And I am a Princess Precure myself!

And thus, she transforms into Cure Twinkle.











In battle, the ever so badass Cure Twinkle tries to subdue her Girl Friday turned evil with lots of stamina and kicking reason to the curb. Her acrobatics and volleys of stardust are a must-watch.

Stop and Freeze suddenly start firing lasers from their visors à la Cyclops or Gazerbeam, while sounding like the Roadrunner, to try to stop and freeze the twinkling juggernaut.
STOP & FREEZE (unison, firing lasers from their visors à la Cyclops or Gazerbeam, sounding like the Roadrunner): Beepbeeeep!
Somehow, these beams send Cure Twinkle up in midair, and her companions replace her at attacking the desporg.








CURE TWINKLE (determined, in spite of the pain and the weariness): I can't afford to lose!

Looking at the captive Rinrin gives our warrior the strength and the resolve she needs.
CURE TWINKLE: Rinrin... Rinrin's dream... GIVE IT BAAAACK!!!!





GALAXY CHORUS

And thus, she pulls forth the Galaxy Key and inserts it into the Palace.


Twirling her index finger in the air, she summons a whole galaxy...
















...then fires Galaxy Chorus straight at the enemy.

Desporg!Karin is thus stunned enough to give in to Grand Printemps.

And here is Cure Twinkle Premium.


AND NOW ON TO GRAND PRINTEMPS



As you can see, Yui's prize-winning picture is inspired by Grand Printemps.

Desporg!Karin is soon purified...

FREEZE: So this is it?
STOP: This is it.
Both of them teleport back to the HK at unison.

CURE TWINKLE: Open, door to dreams!

Before de-transforming, she holds her unconscious assistant's form, cradling Rinrin in what appears to be an embrace. This is a really emotive moment with both of them...

KARIN (unconscious, in Cure Twinkle's arms): Kirara... Do your best.

KIRARA (emotively): Thank you, Rinrin.

And the plane takes off and flies right over their heads.






THE AFTERMATH

KYOUKO (at her laptop): I am really sorry. We'll get in touch later.
KIRARA: Manager...
KYOUKO: I'm sure there must have been a reason for this. But the damage this time is major. Forget about going abroad. Your offers in this country will decrease as well.
Her mood, feeling so down, cannot be more obvious.
Kirara Amanogawa... you have crossed your Rubicon. 
Now it's time to harvest the fruit of your sacrifice.

KYOUKO (sighs): Hope it's only temporarily...
(Phone rings, Kyouko picks it up.)
KIRARA (dejected): Pardon me.

KYOUKO (on the phone): Allo allo? Oh, I'm extremely sorry. 



At the Noble Academy dorms, the Precures watch the live event in which Kirara should have appeared.

Suddenly, they hear a familiar ironic voice...
KIRARA (ironic): What a first-rate show! It's so fancy...!

EVERYONE ELSE: Gasp!!! KIRARA!!!!

KIRARA (smiling): You don't have to worry about me.

KIRARA (more serious): I really wanted to protect Rinrin's dream. I don't regret it at all. If the same happens once more, I will save her then as well. Hundreds, even thousands of times. I'll do the same thing over and over again. 
KIRARA (winking an eye): So it's fine.

In spite of her savvy smile, she is actually bleeding deep inside. Her irony has become more subtle than ever before, fooling the Cures and even me at the first impression.

KIRARA (nonchalantly): So, I'm going back to my room. Don't worry about it!


In the Hope Kingdom, the rose window of the Palace of Stars does not shine anymore.




And, in her room, Kirara Amanogawa sits on the windowsill, looking into the night sky, brooding, as a sigh steals through her parted lips and condenses as a cloud in the autumn air.



She has made a significant decision, which will be seen at the end of next episode...

And this is the ending card, the Star Key rendered useless...





MY OWN HUMBLE OPINION:
On Karin "Rinrin" Akeboshi: Adorably bashful. Kirara completely needs such a Girl Friday. And making her an introvert, as foil to the one she idealizes and working for whom is her dream come true, is great because, like Kirara's friendship with Towa, it brings out the best in both of them (To add more contrast, Rinrin and Towa are lefties to Kirara's rightie!). Furthermore, Rinrin (adorable nickname bestowed by the series's Official Nickname Bestower!) can gain more self-confidence and Kirara can learn more patience. These two have great chemistry, like a savvy cool older sister and a cute shy little sister who looks up to her. Kirara (and Rinrin as well?) being an only child, and both of them being foils to one another, this chance at bettering their social skills and putting them to the test cannot be more enticing. I admire the fact that Rinrin has not become a Kirara carbon copy, but rather follows her own style and taste. While Kirara's look/image is sexy, Rinrin's is kawaii, more fitting her physique, personality, and the things she likes.
On Kirara's dilemma (and her final regrets): Since we humans are endowed with free will, some of our choices have gone down on history. When the Senate, led by Julius Caesar's enemy Pompey, approved of a law that forbade generals to cross the Rubicon with their armies, Caesar, who knew his enemies were planning to have him face them on his own if he chose to abide by the law... decided to break it. He crossed the Rubicon at the head of his army, and, once he was on the other bank, he said "Alea iacta est", "the dice are cast", i.e. there's no turning back. When, against the orders of the Governor of Cuba, Hernán Cortés set sail for Yucatán, he burned his whole fleet as soon as the last member of his crew had landed. Like these legendary commanders, sometimes we have no other choice but to disobey. Especially when it comes to choosing the lesser of two evils. Like Kirara Amanogawa has done as well.
On Towa's nighttime fluff with Kirara: Awww... Under so much pressure, our starlet surely needed some serious TLC (Tender Loving Care) and a little sismance to relax. Definitely, the fluff in between these two roomies is always heartwarming. Starlet and Scarlet, the greatest sismance (aside from mine own with Ana Garcés) in my lifetime... Their interactions tête-à-tête are sweeter than hot chocolate with cream.
On Shut during this episode: Poor Shut always left aside and stabbed in the back, yet always a survivor. A flamboyant and dashing Dysdark counterpart to Tyrion Lannister, I should say. 
To wrap it all up...: "Take a jumbo, cross the water, and have breakfast in... Oh no! The twindividuals just took my Girl Friday away! Career or duty as a shero? The latter is far more important! Alea iacta est! No matter if I lose that flight! At last... Rinrin is saved, but that plane has flown without me... Er... I think I should give up modelling altogether to concentrate on my duties as Cure Twinkle and as NA student. Guess multi-tasking is not for me." This short monologue pretty much sums up the whole episode. Kirara choosing the lesser of two evils and ready to hoist the white flag when it comes to stardom.
However, next episode is surely all about her comeback.


IN NEXT EPISODE (42):

To her best friend Towa's surprise, Kirara has given up on her dream of stardom.

No matter how much Karin encourages her, Kirara is adamant.


A regretful Kirara drowns her sorrows in cholesterol...

The pet-servants are ready to help, just like Cinderella's...

And a plane lands inYumegahama...


...with a Kaiser on board.

Will Kirara ever regain her usual mood and no longer be savvy as a mere façade?
(*GoT theme tune)






REELING AND WRITHING III: DISSES

REELING AND WRITHING
or,
Miss Dermark's 2015 Advent Calendar

DAY THREE

DISSES
or,
HOW TO DISS ONE'S OPPONENTS DERMARK STYLE

Today, we'll be looking at disses, showing you my Othello parody, a rap battle I have written, and one of my favourite Swedish songs done into English (by myself): Evert Taube's "Seventeenth Ballad", written in his youth as a bohemian... a caustic, Voltairian "take that" at Stockholm high society that has had an interesting history as a song.


First we'll look at Othello: the Shakespearean play, Charles Lamb's short story, Boito's libretto, Kalbeck's translation of said libretto into German, and my own parody, the Travesty. To see how Iago disses Cassio in all of these versions and how I manufactured my own Dermark brand of Iago's rant of disses to Cassio:

SHAKESPEARE:
A fellow almost damn'd in a fair life;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows
More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose
As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise,
Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election…
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
And I--God bless the mark!--His Moorship's ensign.

CHARLES LAMB:
This promotion gave great offence to Iago, an older officer who thought he had a better claim than Cassio, and would often ridicule Cassio as a fellow only for the company of ladies, and one that knew no more of the art of war or how to set an army in array for battle, than a girl. Iago hated Cassio, and he hated Othello as well for favouring Cassio, as for an unjust suspicion, which he had lightly taken up against Othello that the Moor was too fond of Iago’s wife Emilia.

BOITO:
Quell'azzimato capitano usurpa 
il grado mio, il grado mio che in cento 
ben pugnate battaglie ho meritato; 
tal fu il voler d'Otello, 
ed io rimango 
di sua Moresca Signoria.... l'alfiere! 

KALBECK:
das aufgestutzte Offizierchen, 
Verdrängte mich vom Platz, von meinem Platz, 
Den ich in hundert ehrlich geschlag'nen Schlachten 
Verdiente. Das war das Werk Othellos. 

Ich bin der Fähnrich seiner Mohrenschaft 
geblieben. 

THE TRAVESTY:
IAGO (to himself): I have fought by his side in countless battles, on the frontline itself, risking life and limb by his side, and yet... (Pause.) That frilly little upstart... that stripling of this new kind of "educated officers", who knows as much of tactics as a novice in a nunnery... has just usurped the rank which is mine by right! He should rather die! Er... Why not? (He gives the audience a mean death glare)

And there you have it. The Shakespearean mention of Cassio as a book-learned officer without the field experience Iago has, scare-quoted for irony; the "frilly little (officer)" from Kalbeck's translation; the word "stripling" for a young man, especially a slender and/or feminine seeming one, which I learned from a Joyce story (used to describe English artiste Weathers, one of my favourite Joyce characters); and "upstart", which, referring to Cassio as a newcomer suddenly risen to power, has all the connotations of a slur. How eclectic a combination! As for Cassio's field experience... Shakespeare compares it to an old maid's, Lamb's to a young girl's, while my Iago goes the extra mile by comparing it to a novice nun's, quoting à propos a verse from the Modern Major General Song in The Pirates of Penzance. The climax, the jewel of the crown, comes from Iago saying Cassio "has usurped the rank which is mine by right." the use of "usurp", a pretty loaded verb, is from Boito's libretto, while Iago's entitlement and defense of his claim recall Stannis Baratheon's attitude towards his brother Renly ("The Iron Throne is mine by right."). There you have my version of the lieutenancy rant, an eclectic, intertextual, intelligent, ironic, and savvy rant so typical of the Travesty Iago.


Now on to the next example: Joffrey "Baratheon" vs. Dellinger.


Honestly, rap battles haven't been my cup of tea until, a month ago, I saw Romeo and Juliet vs. Bonnie and Clyde. Then came Julius Caesar vs. Shaka Zulu, Marilyn Monroe vs. Cleopatra, Asian philosophers vs. Western philosophers, Shakespeare vs. Doctor Seuss, Gandalf vs. Dumbledore, Rasputin vs. Stalin (feat. Lenin, Gorbachov, and Putin), Donald Trump vs. Ebenezer Scrooge (feat. J.P. Morgan as the Ghost of Xmas Past, Kanye West as Xmas Present, and the Grim Reaper as Xmas Future), Mrs. Claus vs. Mary Poppins (feat. Santa and Bert), Maleficent vs. Daenerys, and most recently Hermione vs. Katniss.

Why I chose Joffrey and Dellinger? Because they're uncannily similar and yet foils to one another. Both of them are arrogant blond male teenage sociopaths, yet there are contrasting differences: Joff is the fruit of twincest, while Dellinger is half-human (and half-fishman). Joff had a tough childhood with his dysfunctional royal family, while Dellinger was happily adopted since early infancy by a pirate crew/syndicate. Joff is always sharply dressed, while Dellinger wears pretty eccentric attire (a baseball cap, a turtleneck, shorts, and... stiletto heels?). Joff sticks to gender roles, while Dellinger was raised as a girl and, though identifying himself as male, is pretty effeminate. Moreover: Dellinger's pumps are purple just like Joffrey's wedding, and he's got an attack called Decapitation High Heel, which can reference the fate of Ned Stark (for revealing Joff's true parentage)... and Dellinger is horned, while Joff wears a crown of antlers (referring to his "Baratheon" heritage, but also subtly to his own bastardry and "los cuernos" Cersei put on Robert). Also, Dellinger is bull-horned like the helmet of Joffrey's blacksmith stepbrother Gendry (who may be, in turn, a reference to the Cretan Minotaur), who is a royal bastard though on Robert's side instead of Cersei's.
With all of this in mind, no surprise that I wrote the rap battle...


(Before you continue: this rap battle contains SPOILERS for the Dressrosa arc of One Piece, and EVEN MORE SPOILERS for A Storm of Swords and Game of Thrones Season 4. If you wish not to have any of these stories spoiled, skip the rap battle entirely and go on to the next reference.)


EPIC RAP BATTLES OF MISS DERMARK!

JOFFREY BARATHEON!
VERSUS!
DELLINGER!

BEGIN!

Joffrey:
Hehehe, I get the feels, a fop clad in stiletto heels.
So come at me, you fairy boy, face to face...
Bend the knee before His Grace!

  1. Dellinger:
    Look in my eyes, 'Your Majesty',
    Sure, you go 'Westeros, that's me!'
    We rule Dressrosa
    ,
    live la vida loca,
    it's all Art Nouveau like in Catalonia!
    Though we shoot SAD,
    we always SMILE,
    it's the brand new drug with style!
    Kyahahahaha!
  2. Joffrey:
    Give me, missy, give me your fruit:
    I don't give a Dornish freaking hoot!
    No matter if you're seeing red, you creep,
    I'll have my Kingsguard lock you in the Red Keep!
    Oodles of sharp teeth, but no swag? Come on!

    Mine is the Fury, Baratheon!
  3. Dellinger:
    "Ba-ra-the-on"? So bring it on!
    Was adopted by Doffy and Corazón,
    never knew my parents, but was adored
    by the loving motley family of a great lord!
    To you, Father's Day must be a real pain...
    do you know who your dad is, if you have a brain?

    Here's a clue
    for you:
    he wasn't that fat bearded arse who beat you and drank himself to death!

    I will reveal your true heritage ere your royal lungs draw their last breath!
    Lannister!
  4. Joffrey:
    Dellinger!
    Well, I don't believe that one-liner!
    If I am truly inbred, I am no fighter dancing through the fire!
    Champion! Hear me roar!
    Rising even higher than before!
    At least my blood is purer than yours,
    spawn of interracial two-back-beasting, called the kettle black, of course!
    Untermensch, half-human vermin, you would better say farewell!
    I will keep your head as trophy for my bride, Margie Tyrell!
  5. Dellinger:
    The bride not chosen by love, chosen by the State!
    She is pleased with you and you with her, or so I heard relate!
    Had you been raised not by dysfunctionals, you'd have chosen well...
    but Grandad has to pay his debts, and thus, you'll wed a Tyrell!
    Don't you think she's too good to be true?
    Well, here are a few words of caution for you!

    In the ways of love, I take no chance,
    thus, I've spared revenge and a bad romance!
    I love my sweetie like a sister,
    and, when we've parted, freaking missed her!
    Take a lesson from me and my blueberry,
    don't get fooled by the looks or the wit of your Du Barry!
    My sweet teddy bear is sugar; yours is sharp, bitter strychnine,
    and you're unaware till you have drunk her Reach-pressed Arbour wine!
    So Joff the Toff, what do you think?
    We all know that you can't hold your drink...
  6. Joffrey:
    Sugar... ooh ooh, honey honey,
    bet your candy girl costs a lot of money,
    And besides, she's below the age of consent!
    At least, Sansa was nubile, and thus, I am more than a gent!
    Sibling love, you feel for a child...
    I make all the ladies at court go wild!
    Though your Sugar baby's too young for me, I just love pain,
    I don't care what future maesters will say about my reign!
  7. Dellinger:
    What do I hear? His Grace hard on gals?
    Do you have the guts to face your spear-side pals?
    For picking on women is a sign of a coward,
    maybe as retaliation for the stepchild who once cowered!
    I know Lannisters shit gold, but not at the other end!
    You're a spoiled royal brat without a single friend!

    We Donquixotes are family,
    I've got all my nakama and me,
    more than friends, though not bound by blood ties,
    dreaded through the New World and Paradise!
    All you Lannisters are literally fucked up! See what inbreeding has wrought! This receding at court,
    losing all that you sought!
    That whole story's kind of corny,
    but you'll see how I get horny!
    Puny mock antlers on your crown: it is clear
    your golden mane can't make you pass for a Baratheon deer (/dear)!
    Oh, that's so see-through!
    Wait till I'm done with you!

    These horns do grow on this head so fair,
    and they're meant for goring royals Gods know where!
  8. Joffrey:
    This crossbow is loaded, and the trigger is to move!
    Surely, today His Grace will his marksmanship skill prove!
    I'm not going to kill you, for I need a new Clegane
    to replace the stray that left us at Blackwater Bay!
    Only when I have grown weary, I'll go "off with his head!"
    Send you to Ilyn Payne ---not before tortures and dread---
    "Fighting fish..." I will set your severed dome on a pike,

    and besides, I'm sure that my drink they'll never spike.
    And my Tyrell wife and me'll behold the head of a traitor,
    like I once showed Sansa Stark. So bend the knee, agitator!
  9. Dellinger:
    Joff, you toff, you keep me seeing red!
    I swear that soon, Your Grace, you will fall heels over head!
    Kyahahaha!
    My high heels will decapitate you like Lord Ned!
    The North remembers its fallen, and your karma lies ahead!
    Ere you pull that trigger and fire that dart into my chest,
    my stilettos kick like pistols, and you'll get that needed rest!
    Pumps purple as your wedding will bring on your beheading...
    (Pause.)
    For these pumps are made for walking, and that is what they'll do!
    Today, Your Grace, these pumps are gonna walk all over you!
  10. Dellinger:
    Kyahahaha!
    Joffrey:
    So the sissy grew a fin, that he kept under his skin,
    symbol of that painful sin not caused by our breeding in!
    Oh, treason of the blood! And, speaking of blood,
    heard the crimson liquid makes you fill with dread. Oh, Seven Gods!

    While I sip my Arbour red, without fear of dropping dead,
    thinking of on which pike of the Keep I'll fix your head!
  11. Dellinger:
    This preposterous young royal keeps on so smug and secure,
    upon facing an opponent who's equally immature.

    I may be afraid of blood, and I acknowledge this flaw,
    but, Lannister, you've just met your Trafalgar D. Water-Law!
    Now guess who's the real me, and who's the replicate!
    Probability decreases, if you find out, it will be too late!
    Kyahahaha!
    I will dodge your every shot, with these eyes glowing red hot,
    riddling your chest with stiletto holes ere you get to tie the knot!
    Guess your wedding won't pay the debts of Lord Tywin,
    when I slap your lifeless pale face, just like the Imp, and roar "I win!"


    WHO WON?
    WHO'S NEXT?

    YOU DECIDE.
Pay heed to the disses (though the swag is also worth the pain). The things both Joff and Dellinger spew at one another.

"The Seventeenth Ballad", Sjuttonde balladen, has a fascinating story to tell:
When Evert Taube was a young man recently arrived in the capital to seek his fortune as a bohemian poet, it did not last long from the time he found a sponsor that he began to receive society commissions for writing songs and poetry and performing them in public at high class events. Like the Art Professor at the University in the Wilde tale, and like most other Art Nouveau figureheads of the West, young Evert was an angry rebel who supported art for art's sake. To call a spade a spade and prove that he would not prostitute himself and execute commissions to earn money, but express himself freely, he wrote the seventeenth poem/song of his complete works as his own creed, full of caustic disses towards Stockholm high society. Indeed, he felt out of place in this context. And Taube never sang the song in public, recorded it, or published it in any book, to avoid controversy, during his own lifetime. In 1969, the year of the moon landing, at the height of the youth revolution and counterculture, singer-songwriter Cornelis Vreeswijk discovered the song and recorded it, and, ever since, other Swedish bands like the Hootenanny Singers (1974), Eldkvarn (1990)... in 2011, Evert's son Sven Bertil Taube performed the song live for the first time in his life on TV.
As a child, I was introduced to the Cornelis version of the Seventeenth Ballad when I was around 8-10, at the turn of the millennium, but my translation is far younger, in fact, it was planned and typed in Gothenburg in the summer of this year 2015.
Now note how caustic Evert Taube is against Stockholm high society (my translation captures the spirit of the original Swedish poem perfectly). Every stanza until the last one (on Evert's artist pride) is chock-full of disses...:

It's really hard, I confess, to agree,
with one who begs me to amuse him singing
and flatters me before th' auditory,
but whose backstabbing whispers I hear ringing.
It's really hard to accept and drink his wine...
I put the cup to my lips hesitating...
He boasts he's payed for all the celebrating,
and, behind my back, he calls me a swine!

But I am free, you old and wicked fox,
and you, Your Ladyship, with all your cackle...
I'm free to sing for you, old poppycocks.
With poetry, your balderdash I tackle.
I drink your health now with the gods, with all,
and bring the angel of peace down even quicker,
after I show you who has held her liquor,
and told you the truth, and saved my soul.

Because the truth is healthy, and it is true
that if one in this land defies tradition,
not chirping constantly like chicks like you,
like all the others in their superstition,
but walks one's own way, on one's own two feet,
forgetting common sense, worshipping beauty,
some old hen cackles always about duty
and about being dreadfully indiscrete.

But cackle you tomorrow! For today,
the chance is mine: I'll sing a louder din, nice:
"Cock-a-doodl-doo! Your Lordship, pleased you may!"
For you, I've put my life upon the thin ice.
Think more of happiness than wealth or gold,
for you've got many ways to stay elated...
E'en if that I've sung intoxicated
is as my eternal reputation told!

I stand alone, though in good company,
and that by right, since my own path I follow.
The light and the goal day by day I see,
far from all of these bottles that I swallow.
And thus, by tunes of silver cords amused,
by voices only known to poets' hearing,
I forget all small trifles and all jeering...
and, proud, drink to the health of my own Muse!


miércoles, 2 de diciembre de 2015

REELING AND WRITHING II: AGONY OF THE FEET

REELING AND WRITHING
or,
Miss Dermark's 2015 Advent Calendar

DAY TWO

AGONY OF THE FEET
or,
IMPERIAL MEASURES IN MY TRANSLATIONS

The feet mentioned in today's issue's title are obviously Imperial measures. One foot (ft) equals roughly 30 cm.
The Anglosphere employs Imperial measures like feet, pints, and pounds in everyday use most probably because the decimal measures employed in Continental Europe (and the Anglophone scientific context) hail from the UK's age-old enemy (well, the World Wars changed that): France. The French scientific and state authorities of the late eighteenth century, after the Revolution, decided to create a metric system that would be easy to grasp and the same across the whole country (during the monarchy, every community, province, and/or region had its own different measures, so a Parisian ounce, for instance, was not the same as a Marseilles ounce, a Lorrainian ounce, or a Pas-de-Calais ounce). When Napoleon I rose to power, during the Regency of George IV, when the redcoats fought the French at Trafalgar, Quatre-Bras, and Waterloo, the decimal metric system was completed and established all over France and the lands it occupied (nearly all of Continental Europe). The British, of course, would never accept a system from an enemy country that threatened their independence, and thus, as response, they standardized the old measures (which had previously, just like in France, varied across regions) for the whole British state. The US and the colonies soon followed suit.

So how do we translate this use of, for instance, feet (the most famous Imperial measure unit) in Continental European languages? Most often, by turning those feet into centimeters and meters. 1 ft=30 cm (aprox.)

The title of Attack of the 50-Foot Woman, for instance, becomes El ataque de la mujer de 15 metros in Spanish. In German, it's Angriff der 20-Meter-Frau.

Here are some instances of my own translations from the English (mostly into Spanish) in which feet are translated into decimal measures. Here you've got some lyrics and a little prose:

"All in a Mouse's Night", Genesis
There I was with my back to the wall,
Then comes this monster mouse, he's ten feet tall,
My translation:
Allí estaba yo, de espaldas a la pared,
llega el monstruorratón, tres metros mide él...

"Oliver Cromwell", Monty Python
The most interesting thing about King Charles the First
Is that he was 5 foot 6 inches tall at the start of his reign
But only 4 foot 8 inches tall at the end of it. 

My translation:
Lo más interesante acerca del rey Carlos I Estuardo
es que medía 1m 60 cm (un metro sesenta) al principio de su reinado
pero sólo 1m 45 (un metro cuarenta y cinco) al final.

"Every Sperm is Sacred", Monty Python 
You don't have to be a six-footer
My translation:
No importa que midas dos metros

"The Weir",
He ducks under the surface, but the water is the cloudy green of Victorian bottle glass and he can see for a couple of feet at most.
My translation:
Se sumerge, pero el agua es verde y turbia como el vidrio de las botellas victorianas, y él no puede ver más allá de medio metro a lo sumo. 



martes, 1 de diciembre de 2015

REELING AND WRITHING I: CALLING CARDS OF MY STYLE

Hello and welcome to Reeling and Writhing, this year's Dermarkian advent calendar to keep you busy throughout the month of December. In this space, we will cover style exercises, idioms, brainstorms, puns, just about anything lexical and/or literary, returning to the roots of this blog.


DAY ONE

CALLING CARDS OF MY STYLE
or,
HOW TO TELL WHETHER SANDRA WROTE THIS


There are things in my writing style that just scream SANDRA WROTE THIS.
KEEP AN EYE ON THE LOOKOUT IN THIS BLOG FOR THESE CALLING CARDS:

Autohyponymic words like "plant," "animal," "community," "finger," "shoe," et cetera...  are always used by me in the generic/general/including sense/at the superordinate level. This usage, which may seem strange to a native English speaker, is actually part of my own writing style. I adopted this usage since learning English in childhood from my parents, myself a born and raised Continental European just like them, and my mother tongue (Spanish), "grandmother tongue (French)," and "father tongue (Swedish)" do not feature autohyponymy (or the excluding usage of these lexical items). I think myself of autohyponymy (and of the excluding usage, for that matter) as nonsensical and ridiculous. It's me that finds the phenomenon strange.

I respect typographic conventions such as: "the LORD" in ALL CAPS in Scripture-quoting, accents and other diacritic signs in names and other cultural references (it's NOT "Engstrom", it's "Engström", for instance), typographic puns ("agüa" for sparkling water in a Spanish advert, "fi5e," "?uestion"...).

Profanity is (nearly) always minced in my works: "f*ck" is turned into into "foretruck" or "freak", "n***er" into "negro," "j***a(r)" in Swedish into "järnväg(ar)", et cetera. The only exception of a noun being Spanish "coño", which many adults in my environment have said. The only exception of a verb being French "foutre", for the same reasons. Religious expletives appeal to fictional deities: "Lord of Light!" being the most common one (but also "Seven hells/heavens!", although more rarely).

I always add pronunciation aids for lexical items hard or slightly dirty to pronounce: "Lieutenant" is pronounced "leftenant", "Uranus" is pronounced "You ran us", "Wriothesley" is pronounced "Risely", "Featherstonehaugh" is pronounced "Fanshaw", "Cholmondeley" is pronounced "Chumley", "Pepys" is pronounced "Peeps"...

Lexical items that catch my fancy will appear. Just to set them in stone and declare my passion for them:
"lock, stock, and barrel" (may be highlighted as "lock, stock, and freaking barrel")
"dead horse"
"a horse of a different colour"
"the god of tits and wine"
"at one fell swoop"
"good riddance"
"dead as a doornail"
"not even the Pope is infallible"
"boom shakalaka!"
"to wet one's whistle"
"to sear one's throat" (of strong/hot drink)
"to stagger"
"to reel"
"to writhe"
(hence the title!)
"to skip"
"to lilt"
"to quench"
"to quaff"
"to quell"
"ranker"
"ensign"
"lieutenant"
"epaulettes"
"bayonets"
"glistening"
"glittering"
"scabbard"
"eunuchorn" (a castrated unicorn, self-created lexical item)
"erudite"
"faux pas"
"gauche"
"aide-de-camp"
"femme fatale"
"ménage à trois"
"carpe diem"
"holdfast"
"lordling"
"kaiser"
"unlikely"
"unusual"
"mauve"
"scarlet"
"teal"
"magenta/fuchsia"
"Prussian blue"
"cobalt blue"
"coelacanth"
"holy cow!"
"limbic system"
"synapse/s"
"trachea"
"clitoris"
"vagina"
"indiscrete"
"poppycock/s"
"kirsch"
"pálinka"
"rakija"
"eau-de-vie"
"shipping"
"elated"
"belated"
"feverish"
"to throb"
"confession"
"rosary"
"inlaid with gilt flowers"
"to writhe like a trampled snake"
"to toss feverishly in one's bed"
"large and dreamy eyes"
"his/her face was strangely pale"
"to be still (of dead person)"
"his/her chest stabbed/shot with many red wounds"
"the blood gushed from his/her ears and nostrils"
"a red foam bubbled from his/her lips"
"strong drink is raging"
"to mercy kill"
"coup de grâce"
"august"
"to ravish the sensuous mind"
"Papal bull" (which is not a ruminant, but a document)
"whale-road (kenning for ocean)"
"to defenestrate/defenestration"
"snake in the grass"
"to curbstomp"
"hierarchy"
"MGF"
"free love"
"self-expression values"
"liquor"
"liquid"
"liquid fire"
"draught of liquid fire"
"twilight"
"evening"
"iocaine"
"strychnine"
"lockjaw"
"Friday"
the whole "Friday family": "Good Friday," "Black Friday", "Person Friday" (not a day, but a person: a trusted servant or second-in-command/right-hand person)...
"coitus interruptus"
"feminism"
"Mrs. Reverend" (a concept Catholics cannot grasp)
"ego"
"one's finest hour"
"blood, (toil,) sweat, and tears" (the "toil" is optional)
"never was so much owed by so many to so few"
"he was as pleased with her as she was with him"
"weary"
"ennui"
"foe"
"Chairperson" (or plain "Chair")
"stripling"
"upstart"
"parvenu"
"dashing"
"defiant"
"until the bitter end"
"freak"
"dire"
"ere"
"keep" (noun)
"harsh"
"shibboleth"
"rebuke"
"in cahoots"
"unbirthday/unbirthday party"
"usurper"
"usurp"
"usurp the throne of reason/the throne from which reason has fled"/"banished reason claims her usurped throne"
"draught"
"to quaff one's life in long draughts"
"elusive"
"roquelaure"
"threnody"
"thrid" (to run through)
"moon-eyed" (with either cataracted or large eyes)
"panegyric"
"passionate"
"sexagenarian," "septuagenarian," and so on (alternately "sixtyish"/"seventyish"/etc.)
"to flyte"
the whole lexicon in my brainstorm exercise:
"ere
quaff
rout (or, put to rout)
cahoots
writhe (like a trampled snake)
peruse
fens
partisan
roquelaure
asunder
dithyramb
enthrall
raconteur (raconteuse)
outré
maelstrom
trifle
platitude
ruse (ruse de guerre)
in sooth
ennui
usurp
pique
dirge
fête
accoutrements"

...