049 on chesil beach

1 Prof Francisco Zabala - 2016 On Chesil Beach Activity 1: Watch the video (or listen to the audio file) Focus on the shaded elements What can you say about their voicing? Focus on the elements in bold Can you hear their plosion noise? They could see the beginnings of a footpath, dropping by muddy steps, a way lined by weeds of extravagant size - giant rhubarb and cabbages they looked like, with swollen stalks more than six feet tall, bending under the weight of dark, thick-veined leaves The garden vegetation rose up, sensuous and tropical in its profusion, an effect heightened by the grey, soft light and a delicate mist drifting in from the sea, whose steady motion of advance and withdrawal made sounds of gentle thunder, then sudden hissing against the pebbles Their plan was to change into rough shoes after supper and walk on the shingle between the sea and the lagoon known as the Fleet, and if they had not finished the wine, they would take that along, and swig from the bottle like gentlemen of the road And they had so many plans, giddy plans, heaped up before them in the misty future, as richly tangled as the summer flora of the Dorset coast, and as beautiful Where and how they would live, who their close friends would be, his job with her father's firm, her musical career and what to with the money her father had given her, and how they would not be like other people, at least, not inwardly This was still the era - it would end later in that famous decade when to be young was a social encumbrance, a mark of irrelevance, a faintly embarrassing condition for which marriage was the beginning of a cure Almost strangers, they stood, strangely together, on a new pinnacle of existence, gleeful that their new status promised to promote them out of their endless youth - Edward and Florence, free at last! One of their favourite topics was their childhoods, not so much the pleasures as the fog of comical misconceptions from which they had emerged, and the various parental errors and outdated practices they could now forgive From these new heights they could see clearly, but they could not describe to each other certain contradictory feelings: they separately worried about the moment, some time soon after dinner, when their new maturity would be tested, when they would lie down together on the four-poster bed and reveal themselves fully to one another Ian McEwan (2008) On Chesil Beach London: Anchor 2 Prof Francisco Zabala - 2016 Activity 1: Watch the video (or listen to the audio file) Focus on the highlighted elements What can you say about their voicing? Focus on the elements in bold Can you hear their three stages? /ɒn ˈtʃezl ˈbiːt biːtʃ ːtʃ || ðeɪ kəd ˈsiː ðə bɪˈɡɪnɪŋz | əv ə ˈfʊtpɑːθ | ˈdrɒpɪŋ baɪ ˈmʌdi ˈsteps || ə ˈweɪ ˈlaɪn(d) baɪ ˈwiːdz | əv ɪkˈstrævəɡənt ˈsaɪz || ˈdʒa(ɪ)ənt ˈruːbɑːb əŋ ˈkæbɪdʒɪz ðeɪ ˈlʊk(t) laɪk | wɪð ˈswəʊlən ˈstɔːks | ˈmɔː ðən ˈsɪks ˈfiːt ˈtɔːl | ˈbendɪŋ ˈʌndə ðə ˈweɪt | əv ˈdɑːk ˈθɪk ˈveɪn(d) ˈliːvz || ðə ˈɡɑːdn ˈvedʒəˈteɪʃn | ˈrəʊz ˈʌp | ˈsensjuəs | ən ˈtrɒpɪkl ɪn ɪts prəˈfjuːʒn || ən ɪˈfekt | ˈhaɪtn(d) baɪ ðə ˈɡreɪ ˈsɒf(t) ˈlaɪt | ən(d) ə ˈdelɪkət ˈmɪst | ˈdrɪftɪŋ ˈɪn | frəm ðə ˈsiː || huz ˈstedi ˈməʊʃn | əv ədˈvɑːns ən wɪðˈdrɔː(ə)l | ˈmeɪd ˈsaʊn(d)z əv ˈdʒentl ˈθʌndə || ˈðen ˈsʌdn ˈhɪsɪŋ | əˈɡens(t) ðə ˈpeblz || ˈðeə ˈplæn | wəz tə ˈtʃeɪn(d)ʒ ɪntə ˈrʌf ˈʃuːz ˈɑːftə ˈsʌpə | ən ˈwɔːk ɒn ðə ˈʃɪŋɡl | bɪˈtwiːn ðə ˈsiː | ən ðə ləˈɡuːn | ˈnəʊn əz ðə ˈfliːt || ən ɪf ðeɪ (hə)d ˈnɒt ˈfɪnɪʃ(t) ðə ˈwaɪn | ðeɪ wʊd ˈteɪk ˈðæt əˈlɒŋ | ən ˈswɪɡ frəm ðə ˈbɒtl | laɪk ˈdʒentlmən əv ðə ˈrəʊd || ən ðeɪ ˈhæd ˈsəʊ ˈmeni ˈplænz || ˈɡɪdi ˈplænz || ˈhiːpt ˈʌp bɪˈfɔː ðəm | ɪn ðə ˈmɪsti ˈfjuːtʃə | əz ˈrɪtʃli ˈtæŋɡld | əz ðə ˈsʌmə ˈflɔːrə | əv ðə ˈdɔːsɪt ˈkəʊst || ˈæn(d) əz ˈbjuːtəfl || ˈweər ən ˈhaʊ ðeɪ wʊd ˈlɪv || ˈhuː ðeə ˈkləʊs ˈfren(d)z wʊd bi || hɪz ˈdʒɒb | wɪð (h)ə ˈfɑːðəz ˈfɜːm || hə ˈmjuːzɪkl kəˈrɪər | ən ˈwɒt tə ˈduː wɪð ðə ˈmʌni | hə ˈfɑːðər əd ˈɡɪvn (h)ə || ən ˈhaʊ ðeɪ wʊd ˈnɒt bi | laɪk ˈʌðə ˈpiːpl || ət ˈliːst | ˈnɒt ˈɪnwədli || ˈðɪs wəz ˈstɪl ði ˈɪərə || ɪt wʊd ˈen(d) ˈleɪtə | ɪn ðæt ˈfeɪməs ˈdekeɪd | ˈwen tə bi ˈjʌŋ | wəz ə ˈsəʊʃl ɪŋˈkʌmbrəns || ə ˈmɑːk əv ɪˈreləvəns || ə ˈfeɪntli ɪmˈbærəsɪŋ kənˈdɪʃn | fə wɪtʃ ˈmærɪdʒ | wəz ðə bɪˈɡɪnɪŋ | əv ə ˈkjʊə || ˈɔː(l)məʊs(t) ˈstreɪn(d)ʒəz | ðeɪ ˈstʊd | ˈstreɪndʒli təˈɡeðə | ɒn ə ˈnjuː ˈpɪnəkl əv ɪɡˈzɪstəns || ˈɡliː+ | ðət ðeə ˈnjuː ˈsteɪtəs | ˈprɒmɪs(t) tə prəˈməʊt ð(ə)m | ˈaʊt əv ðeər ˈendləs ˈjuːθ || ˈedwəd ən ˈflɒrəns || ˈfriː ət ˈlɑːst || ˈwʌn əv ðeə ˈfeɪvərət ˈtɒpɪks | wəz ðeə ˈtʃaɪldhʊdz || ˈnɒt səʊ ˈmʌtʃ ðə ˈpleʒəz | əz ðə ˈfɒɡ | əv ˈkɒmɪkl ˈmɪskənˈsepʃnz | frəm ˈwɪtʃ ðeɪ (hə)d ɪˈmɜːdʒd | ən ðə ˈveəriəs pəˈrentl ˈerəz | ən(d) ˈaʊtˈdeɪtɪd ˈpræktɪsɪz | ðeɪ kəd ˈnaʊ fəˈɡɪv || frəm ˈðiːz ˈnjuː ˈhaɪts | ðeɪ kəd ˈsiː ˈklɪəli || bət ðeɪ kəd ˈnɒt dɪˈskraɪb tuː ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðə | ˈsɜːtn ˈkɒntrəˈdɪktri ˈfiːlɪŋz || ðeɪ ˈseprətli ˈwʌrid | əˈbaʊt ðə ˈməʊmənt | ˈsʌmtaɪm ˈsuːn | ˈɑːftə ˈdɪnə | wen ðeə ˈnjuː məˈtʃʊərəti | wʊd bi ˈtestɪd || wen ðeɪ wʊd ˈlaɪ ˈdaʊn təˈɡeðər | ɒn ðə ˈfɔ: ˈpəʊstə ˈbed |ən rɪˈviːl ðəmˈselvz ˈfʊli | tə ˈwʌn əˈnʌðə/