Cyrano, Part 1 (Adaptation)

Fun modern-adaptation of the Edmond Rostand classic literature-work of things alienation, confidence, romance, secrets, friendship, wagers, and letters of quarks.

Cyrano de Bergerac (Rostand) adaptation-invention (3-part) for your 1st-weekend Sunday of '26. Thanks for reading (stay safe/warm), 

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CYRANO: Allow me to express, this Rationalism for this obese-woman's dress, ok.

PLAZA-SHOP OWNER: Good sir of Haddonfield, I need not know of your wrath, ok?

CYRANO: You doubt and mock me for my charity of expression for this evil lady.

PLAZA-SHOP OWNER: It seems that nicely-costumed Halloween girl likes the wit!

CYRANO: The fair Roxanne of Haddonfield, my eye for focus for time (whispers).

PLAZA-SHOP OWNER: You've got a huge nose, friend.

CYRANO: Now you enrage me and dare me to a water-gun fight, despite charity.

PLAZA-SHOP OWNER: You're made Roxanne chuckle; but the obese-lady is evil?

CYRANO: You fool-of-Haddonfield, your obese-customer is a horrid drug-dealer.

PLAZA-SHOP OWNER: You want a street-contest of water-guns for nose-insult?

CYRANO: I accept nothing-less when my nose-joke is made (Facebook-like).

Poor Cyrano of Haddonfield, an NFL-cards trader of the American Homeland, often found himself waxing things lyrical to street-thoroughfare of this quaint Western world shopping and traffic extra-suburbia town that Halloween-season when he beheld the vision of his target of obsession, the fair and seasonally-spirited costumed lady of beauty (Roxanne) but had never confided this (directly) to her (damn). Cyrano fashioned himself as a 'pronounced' ethicist and made his bids/rounds of do-gooder heroics like antics on Earth and continued to be pensive about Roxanne of Haddonfield (ok).

Friends, what Cyrano detested for temper-thermometer(s), however, was jokes about his big-nose. When this happened, his otherwise 'quiet' antics for theatrics in language/sport (e.g., water-gun fights) escalated into direct contest-language for outright humility (ok). When he crossed-path with Roxanne inside the Haddonfield shop-plaza store while chatting about an ethics-matter with the owner), he decided he'd finally address her (Facebook-like).

ROXANNE: Loved your acrobatics words and deeds post-joke of nose, friend.

CYRANO: You're the good-lady of Haddonfield making higher gossip of Halloween!

ROXANNE: I do like many things of this good-Earth, but especially, one of secret.

CYRANO: I beg thee to reveal this secret is mine, lady Roxanne.

ROXANNE: How'd you know my name, Cyrano?

CYRANO: That shop-owner fool revealed to you mine, eh?

ROXANNE: The secret concerns a young Haddonfield prince of no small-nose, ha.

CYRANO: What's his name?

ROXANNE: Christian.

CYRANO: Damn, I'm Catholic...and I fear I know-not Christian (ok).

ROXANNE: Maybe you're a priest...and maybe want to help (me).

CYRANO: Maybe!

Poor Cyrano now had some-thing to think-over, for the happiness of fair Haddonfield-lady (Roxanne). He'd want to help her win the affection of the fair-prince of the town (Christian) whom she adored (from distances!). Cyrano was always great with words and approached Christian while he was smoking cloves in front of the Haddonfield records store (ok). He told her of Roxanne's 'agenda' and he seemed overwhelmed, revealing his infatuation with her nervousness too. So, Cyrano proposed a 'super-'deal, for both Roxanne and Christian (Selfie-like).

CYRANO: I'm good with word, and you shall be with posture, fool.

CHRISTIAN: I'm palpitating.

CYRANO: Good pre-med line, young Christian (ha).

CHRISTIAN: Why you aid Roxanne?
CYRANO: Something to do, fool (Facebook-like).

TO BE CONTINUED...

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)