영국 코메디집단 몬티파이든의 그레이엄 채프먼에게, 오랜 친구이자 동료였던 존 클리스의 연설.
다음은 전문.
GRAHAM CHAPMAN'S MEMORIAL SPEECH
Delivered by John Cleese at his memorial service, Jan 1990
그레이엄 채프먼을 기억하며, 존 클리스의 추도사
Graham Chapman, co-author of the 'Parrot Sketch,' is no more.
'앵무새' 코너의 공동연출자였던 그레이엄 채프먼은 이제 없습니다.
다음은 전문.
GRAHAM CHAPMAN'S MEMORIAL SPEECH
Delivered by John Cleese at his memorial service, Jan 1990
그레이엄 채프먼을 기억하며, 존 클리스의 추도사
Graham Chapman, co-author of the 'Parrot Sketch,' is no more.
'앵무새' 코너의 공동연출자였던 그레이엄 채프먼은 이제 없습니다.
He has ceased to be, bereft of life, he rests in peace, he has kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed his last, and gone to meet the Great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky, and I guess that we're all thinking how sad it is that a man of such talent, such capability and kindness, of such intelligence should now be so suddenly spirited away at the age of only forty-eight, before he'd achieved many of the things of which he was capable, and before he'd had enough fun.
그는 사위어가던 삶을 마감하고, 평안 속에 잠들었습니다. 그는 둥지를 떠났으며, 나뭇가지에서 날아올라 먼지 사이를 재치고 날았습니다. 그의 마지막 숨을 거두고, 그는 천상에서 연예산업의 위대한 신을 만났을 것입니다. 그처럼 재능있고, 역량과 아량을 갖추었던 사람, 그만한 지성을 갖추었던 사람을 마흔 여덟이란 짧은 나이에 떠나보낸 것은 참으로 슬픈 일입니다. 아직 그가 해낼 수 있었던 일, 우리와 함께 나눌 수 있던 웃음이 사무칩니다.
(죽음에 관한 많은 표현은 몬티 파이든의 <죽은 앵무새> 스케치에 등장하는 표현이다.
이 스케치는 여기서 볼 수 있다http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=npjOSLCR2hE)
Well, I feel that I should say, "Nonsense. Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard! I hope he fries. "
And the reason I think I should say this is, he would never forgive me if I didn't, if I threw away this opportunity to shock you all on his behalf. Anything for him but mindless good taste. I could hear him whispering in my ear last night as I was writing this:
"Alright, Cleese, you're very proud of being the first person to ever say 'shit' on television. If this service is really for me, just for starters, I want you to be the first person ever at a British memorial service to say 'fuck'!"
아, 저는 지금 이 말밖에는 할 말이 없습니다. "이런 경우가! 이 친구 아주 날로 먹는구먼, 혼구녕을 내줄까보다." 사연은 이렇습니다. 제가 그를 대신하여 오늘 여러분께 큰 웃음을 드릴 수 있는 이 좋은 기회를 날린다면, 그는 저를 용서하지 않을 것이기 때문입니다. 그의 고약한 악취미지요. 어젯밤 그가 제 귓가에 이렇게 속삭였습니다. 그리고 그걸 이렇게 적어왔습니다. "야, 클리스, 너 니가 텔레비전에서 최초로 '젠장!'이라고 말한 거 자랑스럽게 여기는데 말야, 만약 니가 진짜 날 위한다면 영국 장례식 역사상 처음으로 '씨바'라고 말해줬으면 좋겠어."
You see, the trouble is, I can't. If he were here with me now I would probably have the courage, because he always emboldened me. But the truth is, I lack his balls, his splendid defiance. And so I'll have to content myself instead with saying 'Betty Mardsen...'
아시겠지만, 문제는, 그럴 수 없다는 것입니다. 만약 그가 지금 여기 제 곁에 함께 한다면, 우리는 항상 대담했고 저는 용기를 낼 수 있을 것입니다. 하지만 이제 그의 배짱도, 그의 놀라운 도전도 저는 그리워합니다. 그래서 저는 그냥 이렇게 자위할까 합니다. '베티 마드센은..'
나머지 번역은 생략.
You see, the trouble is, I can't. If he were here with me now I would probably have the courage, because he always emboldened me. But the truth is, I lack his balls, his splendid defiance. And so I'll have to content myself instead with saying 'Betty Mardsen...'
아시겠지만, 문제는, 그럴 수 없다는 것입니다. 만약 그가 지금 여기 제 곁에 함께 한다면, 우리는 항상 대담했고 저는 용기를 낼 수 있을 것입니다. 하지만 이제 그의 배짱도, 그의 놀라운 도전도 저는 그리워합니다. 그래서 저는 그냥 이렇게 자위할까 합니다. '베티 마드센은..'
나머지 번역은 생략.
But bolder and less inhibited spirits than me follow today. Jones and Idle, Gilliam and Palin. Heaven knows what the next hour will bring in Graham's name. Trousers dropping, blasphemers on pogo sticks, spectacular displays of high-speed farting, synchronised incest. One of the four is planning to stuff a dead ocelot and a 1922 Remington typewriter up his own arse to the sound of the second movement of Elgar's cello concerto. And that's in the first half.
Because you see, Gray would have wanted it this way. Really. Anything for him but mindless good taste. And that's what I'll always remember about him---apart, of course, from his Olympian extravagance. He was the prince of bad taste. He loved to shock. In fact, Gray, more than anyone I knew, embodied and symbolised all that was most offensive and juvenile in Monty Python. And his delight in shocking people led him on to greater and greater feats. I like to think of him as the pioneering beacon that beat the path along which fainter spirits could follow.
Some memories. I remember writing the undertaker speech with him, and him suggesting the punch line, 'All right, we'll eat her, but if you feel bad about it afterwards, we'll dig a grave and you can throw up into it.' I remember discovering in 1969, when we wrote every day at the flat where Connie Booth and I lived, that he'd recently discovered the game of printing four-letter words on neat little squares of paper, and then quietly placing them at strategic points around our flat, forcing Connie and me into frantic last minute paper chases whenever we were expecting important guests.
I remember him at BBC parties crawling around on all fours, rubbing himself affectionately against the legs of gray-suited executives, and delicately nibbling the more appetizing female calves. Mrs. Eric Morecambe remembers that too.
I remember his being invited to speak at the Oxford union, and entering the chamber dressed as a carrot---a full length orange tapering costume with a large, bright green sprig as a hat----and then, when his turn came to speak, refusing to do so. He just stood there, literally speechless, for twenty minutes, smiling beatifically. The only time in world history that a totally silent man has succeeded in inciting a riot.
I remember Graham receiving a Sun newspaper TV award from Reggie Maudling. Who else! And taking the trophy falling to the ground and crawling all the way back to his table, screaming loudly, as loudly as he could. And if you remember Gray, that was very loud indeed.
It is magnificent, isn't it? You see, the thing about shock... is not that it upsets some people, I think; I think that it gives others a momentary joy of liberation, as we realised in that instant that the social rules that constrict our lives so terribly are not actually very important.
Well, Gray can't do that for us anymore. He's gone. He is an ex-Chapman. All we have of him now is our memories. But it will be some time before they fade.
