I am in love with the website the Dialectizer:
here is a monologue from Man of La Mancha
My friend, I have lived almost fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger...cruelty beyond belief.
I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle...or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment.
These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words...only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question: 'Why?'
I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had ever lived.
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Too much sanity may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Perhaps to be practical is madness.
And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it ought to be.
THE REDNECK VERSION
Mah friend, ah have lived almost fif'y years, an' ah have see life as it is. Pain, mizzuy, hunger...cruelty beyond belief. ah have heard th' sin'in' fum tavahns an' th' moans fum bundles of filth on th' streets. ah have been a soldier an' see mah comrades fall in battle...o' die mo'e slowly unner th' lash in Africa. ah have held them in mah arms at th' final moment. These were min who sar life as it is, yet they died despairin'. No glo'y, no gallant last wo'ds...only their eyes filled wif cornfushun, whimperin' th' quesshun: 'Whuffo'?' ah do not reckon they axed whuffo' they were dyin', but whuffo' they had evah lived, cuss it all t' tarnation. When life itse'f seems lunatic, who knows whar madness lies? Too much sanity may be madness. To seek treasure whar thar is only trash. Perhaps t'be prackical is madness. An' maddess of all, t'see life as it is an' not as it ought t'be.
