Harry Potter 6

Am auzit prima data de Harry Potter prin in ceva stire, unde ziceau ca posta din Anglia o sa scoata o serie de timbre cu celebrul personaj. Mi-am inchipuit, nestiutor, ca o fi vorba de vreun fel de Peter Pan sau Mary Poppins, adica vreun personaj clasic, de care cine stie cum se face ca nu auzisem pana atunci. Apoi a inceput incet incet nebunia si la noi: i-am vazut mai intai pe Simona si pe Sergiu citind carticelele; apoi le-am citit si eu, si ex-prietena, si parintii mei, si elevii lor cei mai silitori. Una dupa alta, pe primele 4, pana cand am ajuns “la zi”.

Acum 2 ani a aparut a 5-a, pe care am descoperit-o pe Net la vreo luna de la lansare: am citit-o incet-incet in vreo 5 zile, stand cu orele holbat la monitor, fie cand prindeam vreo ora libera la firma, fie mai ales acasa, cand ma intorceam obosit. (Nu, nu ma criticati pentru promovarea pirateriei: am si cumparat-o, ca sa nu-mi fie colectia incompleta, si ca sa nu ma cicaleasca mama – dar nerabdarea merita sa fie rasplatita, nu? )

Si in sfarsit vineri noaptea spre sambata 16 iulie 2005 a aparut volumul 6, varianta-i in engleza fiind lansata simultan in multe tari(cred ca Romania a fost si ea printre ele). Si, in sfarsit, gratie minunilor tehnologiei moderne de cautare pe net (traiasca Google si Technorati), am gasit-o(fisier txt de 1 mega)!

Atentie, daca vreti sa-mi copiati performanta si sa o cautati si voi pe net, feriti-va de varianta pdf de 3 mega, cea care incepe cu scena cu Harry beat mort dupa o betie cu Dudley. Va garantez, nu e cea buna; e doar un “fan fiction” – parodie si satira(cred asta, ca nu am citit decat cateva pasaje).

PS: Varianta cea buna incepe cu:
It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind. He was waiting for a call from the President of a far distant country, and between wondering when the wretched man would telephone, and trying to suppress unpleasant memories of what had been a very long, tiring, and difficult week, there was not much space in his head for anything else. The more he attempted to focus on the print on the page before him, the more clearly the Prime Minister could see the gloating face of one of his political opponents. This particular opponent had appeared on the news that very day, not only to enumerate all the terrible things that had happened in the last week (as though anyone needed reminding) but also to explain why each and every one of them was the government’s fault.